"However, you might want to fix your hair. It looks like you've been... busy."
Lauren's cheeks flushed crimson, but her eyes narrowed in irritation.
Sensing the growing hostility, Steffan stepped forward, placing himself slightly between the two women.
"Dolly, was there something you needed?" he asked, his voice calm but firm, trying to defuse the situation.
Dolly's eyes flicked to him, her expression softening slightly. "Actually, yes. I needed to discuss some patient's file with you before I leave, but I can see you're... occupied," she said, her tone still laced with sarcasm.
Lauren crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. "Well, as you can see, Dolly, we're in the middle of something. So if you don't mind, maybe you can discuss those files later," she said, her voice dripping with irritation.
