Ib frowns. The guy thought people were coming after him? But why would they? And would they really attack him in a hospital? And what difference would it make if he helped them? Too many questions. And only one person has the answers. She stares in the direction of his door for a moment before making her decision.

"I'm going to talk to him!"

With that declaration she moves forward, intent on having a word with this guy herself.