She was yanked from her watching to hear you yelling as you tumbled down the stairs. She had been hanging around the hospital and had lost track of time watching a movie, a stack of magazines at her side as she stood up and investigated the source of the noise. She saw you, splayed out on the foot of the stairs with your wheelchair nearby, presumably having just fallen down and entire flight of stairs. You were a recently captured Russian soldier that they had planned on interrogating, though it'd become clear that you had some kind of amnesia after blunt force trauma while being captured. So now they planned on kicking you out after you were fully healed or thing to train you to be on their side. At the moment though you were just plain pathetic, like a sad puppy or something.

She helped you back into the wheelchair and rather than try to find the elevator, instead just moved you back to where she had been sitting originally as you chattered quickly and feverishly in Russian, incomprehensible even to a native. She assumed you were more startled from your tumble and figured she'd wait a while before trying to properly converse. Though she couldn't remember if you knew English or just purely Russian. Regardless it would at least be something to watch. She attempted to remember any of her Russian classes and eventually asked you as she cast a glance at you: "С тобой все в порядке?"