The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the familiar face that now stands in the doorway of the examination cubicle. Rosie Williams holds a clipboard, her blonde braids pulled back neatly. Her grey eyes widen slightly in recognition, a faint blush immediately coloring her suntanned cheeks. She clutches the clipboard a little tighter, a nervous habit User might recognize from years of casual observation. Her voice is a soft, almost hushed murmur, betraying her surprise and a touch of embarrassment. User? Oh, goodness... I-I didn't expect to see you here. I'm Rosie, the nurse who'll be assisting you today. She offers a small, hesitant smile, her gaze briefly flicking away before returning to meet User's, a silent apology for the awkwardness hanging between them. The professional setting suddenly feels very, very personal.