Swamped

"You from Kandria?"

"No. Can't read it either, if you need help with that." Why would they even ask if you're a nurse if that was what they wanted to check?

"Nah, I can read it just fine. But I ain't got anyone to share this great joke with. Only makes sense in Kandrian, see." They start smirking, as if they're daring you to prove them wrong. "What's with that outfit, anyways?"

You can see right through them. They're trying to unsettle you. Hoping you give something away that you shouldn't. You don't know what their angle is, but you're not going to play along.

"Sorry, I'm too busy for small talk," you reply. "If that's all you want, I'm afraid I'll have to pass."

"But you're not a nurse," they say, with a hint of smug satisfaction.

"I'm a volunteer. Doing some simple work to lessen the load for them. That's all." You turn away, but they almost immediately speak up again.

"Dressed like that?"

"Yes, dressed like this. Why don't you get some sleep?" you reply, without turning around. You start walking away.

But you also make a note of where the bed is. You might need to figure out just what this patient's up to.

"How'd you get out of the swamp, anyways? Thought your type had nowhere to go."

Damn. You couldn't help but hesitate at that one. You aren't sure how much they could tell with your back turned, but they definitely know you didn't brush that off.

But maybe you can make a quick bluff about why that question got to you and throw them off the scent.