"Trauma surgery at the Glory Shada," she says, briefly, and it's clear she expects this to more or less explain matters; she can't imagine hospitals are any less in need of support and staff in whichever England he's from. She proved she knows what she's doing and they hired her - end of. (At least until she screws up and they're sued for malpractice, but the likelihood of that happening is slim.) "The technology level isn't quite what I'm used to, but one adjusts."

He'll see that she's got a place of her own, too, when they arrive in Syriac Well-- she steers him up to the second floor, into a pale-hued and comfortably-furnished flat in her slightly over the top Parisien tastes. It largely serves to underscore what a mess he is, in contrast, but Benevenuta gives no indication of distaste or discomfort, for her part.