A tap on the shoulder from the man she'd been chatting with, brought the Ensign to her attention. How long had he been standing there? Revell couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not noticing the poor boy. Quickly she returned the salute and said to the other men, "Excuse me gentlemen, it seems I have work to do." Then she turned to the Ensign again and took a quick moment to assess the situation. The name tag gave her his name, and a trained eye saw the pain behind his bearing, the bead of sweat forming on his brow helped too.
"What seems to be the problem, Ensign Mason?" She asked, because it never helped to assume. Although she appeared quite calm and serious, she was actually quite excited at the prospect of possibly having a patient. It was about time she had something to do. A patient meant treatment, paperwork, check-ups, etc. One patient could keep her at least somewhat busy for a while, so naturally she was excited.