[poke poke]

Ilsa: WHAT?!?

New nurse: Aaahh! Um — Ms. Walker’s on the phone!

Ilsa: No, I wasn’t staking out Featherhead’s Master. That isn’t my job. What? You just get me on a plane.

Veteran nurse: You were taking your life into your hands, poking Ilsa like that.

New nurse: I don’t mind jump-scares. And it’s not like she can really hurt a human.

Veteran nurse: Uh . . . about that . . .