[The problem is, Rio had been about to go for the door, herself. She falls flat on her rear in surprise when IV is thrust through in-- what is he wearing? Are they really doing this again?

...And yet, a bigger problem arises when she again realizes she's barely wearing anything right now. Locking her knees together and pulling down on her gown with a frantic yelp, she scoots back and then picks herself up, crossing her arms over her chest despite the fact there is, in fact, a layer of fabric between her and his eyes.]

You've no place being a doctor if you're that terrible at remembering your patients...

[Although she sort of hopes they're not going to be roleplaying again, because that crosses just a few lines somewhere or other.]

Honestly. Let's not pretend we're here to amuse them, shall we?