Attempting Humility

Phoebe certainly wasn't expecting anyone...though she wasn't not expecting anyone either. It was sort of the constant state one lived in if they had her profession. People could show up entirely out of the blue with complications or a laboring woman - she was used to unanticipated company at her door. Not to mention all of the new folk she had been slowly collecting as acquaintances who could show up any time for assistance per her standing offers. Briefly she wondered if Emmett would be mad or think her stupid if he found out how generous she was being despite just scraping by on the bare necessities. Why did it matter what he thought? Of course, there were some faces she still would never expect to see at her door. Bastien's was one of them. Her expression fell at once, looking rather exasperated all at once. Be nice, Phoebe. He hasn't said anything stupid yet. Just...breathe. Catch more flies with honey than vinegar and all that - though she still couldn't figure out why anyone would want to catch flies. "Can I help you?" she said dryly. Whatever could he possibly want? She was a female medical specialist. She wasn't part of his church. He was well aware that she did not like him. Why on earth could he possibly think he had reason to come here? Phoebe shine like gold, buzz like a bee, oh you make me smile