The footsteps caught her ear too but for an entirely different reason.  She wasn't worried about being interrupted.  She was curious about the new doctor.  Some were gentle and tried to sweet talk and bribe.  Others tried to assert themselves by forcing her into new therapies or trying new medicines.  Her eyes shifted from King to the man approaching the nurses' station.  He was wearing a white coat with his stethoscope around his neck and pens and a small notepad in the pockets.  In other words a stereotypical new resident.  He was tall and lanky, wearing glasses, and balding on top of his head.  In other words, unremarkable.<br/><br/>The proffered hand caught her eye and drew her attention back to the man in front of her.  Once more her dainty hand slipped into his for something resembling a handshake.  It only lasted a second or two before she eased her hand out of his.  Minny was right when she said Charlotte didn't like to be touched.  "You know where to find me, " she quipped with a hint of a smirk.<br/><br/>Across the room, Minny and Patty were busy filling in the new resident on the patients that were currently in the common room.  Dr. Joseph Gray was too busy flipping through charts as the women spoke to actually look around at the people that went with the medical information the nurses were sharing.  Minny was growing more aggravated with each cursory response she received.  Finally, she snatched the file right out of his hands, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Dr. Gray, we have some patients on this floor that you need to be aware of.  We are<i>trying</i>to give you information to keep you safe."  She smacked the manilla folder down on the desk and crossed her arms over her chest.  "Go on, pick out who think is the safest patient in this room to interact with.  Then pick out who you think is the most dangerous.  Without looking through their files.  Go on.  Pick."<br/><br/>Dr. Gray stared at this angry woman giving him the evil eye before he sighed and scanned the room.  Even he knew not to tick off the nurses if he didn't want to make his life more difficult.  "Him," he said nodding towards King.  "He's probably one of our more dangerous patients."  His choice was clearly made on size and the fact that King had a cane, something that could be used as a weapon.  His head turned as he scanned the room before his eyes landed on an older woman sitting at the old broken piano in the corner, plunking out a random melody.  "And she's the safest one to interact with."<br/><br/>Minny scoffed and rolled her eyes.  "Doctor, you're going to soon realize one of those choices is entirely wrong."<br/><br/>Charlotte impassively watched the whole interaction from her chair.  She had already made note of the stethoscope and the pens in the doctor's pockets, all items that could be used to cause harm.  Perhaps King's assessment of who was in pain was more spot on than he realized.