He sighed softly when the girl ignored him. It was common after all. He ran a hand through his hair, humming quietly as he looked over the walls of the room and then over to the girl again, writing down what she spoke curiously. Maybe he could figure that out later. It would be best if they put her under for now. That would probably be the easiest way to get her to sleep. It was needed by now, the bullet was hurting her and he didn't want to risk her getting an infection. He ran a hand through his hair before moving to the table that sat in the room.
Kavi muttered something, scribbling down some notes on his notepad. He needed to decipher what she meant, but couldn't figure out where she could be coming from. Well, fish could mean the Thames where she was found, and she could have a relative for brother… perhaps the one who shot her, even? That would make sense. He knew he was likely wrong, he was bad with cases like these, but Kavi had to find some way to communicate that she was safe here and that he could perform a surgery on her to remove the bullet from its pus-laden wound. "Doctor? What do you think of this?" he asked, taking more notes about her condition carefully. She seemed a bit underweight, but still fairly healthy. She must not have gotten much sleep with the pain, too.
He listened intently as she talked, humming softly as he wrote down the things in his notepad as well, just in case either of them missed something. He glanced over to Doctor Shah when he spoke and tapped his lips thoughtfully. "Well. I want to see if we can tell her we mean no harm. If we can't do that, we'll have to put her under. The bullet has been in her shoulder for too long. Even if it hasn't been infected, with all her moving around it could end up tearing through serious muscles or even hitting an artery." He explains softly. "She'll need to be taken care of extremely quickly."
"Don't you remember her file? Somehow, some way, she's got an immunity to sedatives." Kavi chewed on the end of his pencil, the soft wood having some give under his teeth as he gnawed on the thing. "Our only chance is to prove we mean no harm. Or, restraints, but I don't like resorting to those." he shrugged, seeming a bit absentminded. He muttered a little more, pacing around the room thinking hard without coming to any conclusions. "We'll need to figure out what she's said to people. Maybe we can figure out what she's trying to communicate there."
He nods, "I know. But I believe there are other ways to put someone under. We just need to figure out what to do." He sighed softly. "I agree, restraints aren't the best idea. I don't want to force her into those." He inhaled softly and ran a hand through his hair. There had to be a way to help her after all. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin in thought. Maybe a little gift? Maybe something she liked? He had no idea what she liked though. They could try to explain they were here to help. But he wasn't entirely sure. He gnawed on his bottom lip in thought. There had to be something.
