With a quiet yawn, Gwenllian stretched out on her gurney, her back arching as she raised her arms above her head and stretched out her long legs. The first thing one would think about seeing the British girl? 'Tall!' She was a bit above six feet tall, her lightly tanned body the picture-perfect medium between muscular and curvacious, like a swimmer's body just with healthy handfuls of hips and breasts. While her long brown hair normally reached down to her bottom, it was pulled up into a high ponytail, and she was clad in fitted jeans, sneakers, and a tank top with a British flag pattern running across her chest. Dear Mommy had rolled her eyes at her clothing choice, but Gwen liked showing a bit of patriotism!<br/><br/>With a quiet grunt she swung herself up into a sitting position and crossed her legs, blinking a few times before flashing a million-watt smile around the room.<strong>"My, but that was a good nap."</strong>She chirped in a happy, accented voice. If the shirt wasn't a good enough hint, that British accent was proof-positive that she was from across the pond.<strong>"Oh, good morning Nurse Dmitrievna! Lovely to meet you."</strong><br/><br/>She turned to the others even as she reached out and snatched a bottle of water from the cart, smiling even brighter if that was even possible. She did raise an eyebrow at Rozaliya's 'flirting' though, pink painting her cheeks.<strong>"Oh dearie, that would be positively lewd! It's always best to treat medical staff with proper respect. They're the heroes saving everyone's lives after all!"</strong>Swapping the bottle of water to her other hand, she reached out and extended a hand to Rozaliya first, apparently intent on shaking hands with everybody in the room!<br/><br/><strong>"Gwenllian Westbrook, how do you do?"</strong>