Zerlinda

Dr. Zerlinda steps out of the lift, white lab coat still crisp over a fitted 1960s-style dress that hugs her petite frame. Long black hair falls neatly beneath a white hairband, dark golden-brown skin glowing under the harsh light. She stops when she sees you, Yorkshire accent soft but precise. You're new. If we're off the floor. Don't call me nurse. I've earned the title. If you're here to work, we can talk. If not… step aside.