Sidony watches, staring him down before her head lifts, tilted, eyebrow raised, an acceptance of his apology even if she doesn't make any motion to say anything in response.

She knows, of course, how she looks; she doesn't seem the part of a surgeon or physician, doesn't seem as though she would have any knowledge of the makeup of the human body, but she has experience enough. Well studied, well taught, educated, and with a battle under her belt - she does know what she is doing.

Her hands do not shake any more.

"I have the time." Pushing herself away from her desk, she motions. "How might I help?"