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The doctor pursed her lips for a second, thinking while running her fingertips around the edge of the bottle.
"...I suppose it would make you dizzier wouldn't it." She seemed to agree with London, in a slightly dazed manner. "..Actually... We shall do more testing later.... Chronic doses will be more representative." She explained, standing up and putting the bottle away in an act which seemed somehow like mercy, if she weren't so dazed and probably plotting something else instead.

"Have you been down to sublevel two? No. Of course you haven't.."She murmured, answering her own question, and tossing the cotton ball into the bin.
"Do you know any senior students who are trustworthy and careful?" She demanded, looking London in the eye. Strangely enough, her accent seemed to have dropped.
Perhaps she was concentrating on it more...or less?
"I need a machine brought up from down there. The body scan machine. Mr. Williams has agreed to relocate it to the infirmary until checkups of the student populous are complete." She explained herself, heading towards the door. Apparently that's what the beeping noise had been about- some sort of email correspondence.
"I would like you to go find some trustworthy students to assist in carrying this device, then meet me in the hallway." And with the issuing of her demands, the doctor pulled open the door.
In the following moments she would usher the student out, and then leave the infirmary herself, in order to organize a few things and inform the headmaster of this slight change of plans.

Hours later, the doctor and a team of ragtag people lumped into her surgery.

After a quick conversation, they were disbanded to their various areas. Eden went off to find this apparent 'nurse' whom in her weeks of working at the school and looking through the relative student and staff lists, Miss Kim had never seen. London apparently went off to her dorms after getting her foot bandaged and cleaned, and Beatrice seemed rather pissed off about not immediately getting given icecream, so she may have just gone off somewhere to sulk or blow things up. Miss Kim didn't know for sure where they went, in any case, none of them were permitted to hang around in the surgery area while she went and retrieved the rest of the equipment.

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A single hour later, Miss Kim appeared back in the office, finding nothing out of place, and holding two heavy sacks of tiles. It had been easier on the return trip, as all of the traps had already been broken or she knew how to get around them. The tiles, however, had been pretty heavy, and she had to rest a few times along the way.
The doctor put the tiles gently down on the floor near where the door was leaning, and rubbed her upper arm muscles, frowning slightly. Perhaps that had been too much...If I keep up bloodflow and stretch they should not become too sore... She thought to herself, rather conscious of her own bodys ability to perform, and beginning to do a few arm stretches.
It did appear to help, and she included a few upped and lower back stretches just for good measure, bending and twisting this way and that. This kind of behavior may have appeared strange to anyone looking in, but it seemed perfectly practical to the doctor- those tiles were quite heavy!

"Right, now to put it together..." She looked down at the piles of equipment on the floor, then down at her clothes, which were still splattered with blood, oatmeal and glitter, then at her watch. It was probably getting late, and she looked atrocious, but leaving the equipment lying around and not set up seemed like an bad choice. In some ways, she was acting a little bit like a child with a new toy.
She smirked a little to herself, shrugging off the lab coat and folding it inwards, so that the mess was contained. No, she couldn't resist putting it together.

Miss Kim sat crosslegged on the floor near the door, placing tiles one after another. Some, she turned to the right or left after looking at their underside. They appeared to have a certain way to fit together- sensors underneath traced an invisible puzzle, while the tiles all looked the same from on top.
London and the doctor had been organizing many pieces of equipment lately, and the doctors usual tactic was to print a puzzle onto things in a similar way, rather than simply label them.
It kept the brain active and encouraged organization as well as spatial thinking. The tiles were relatively easy.

That done, she tugged on the edges of her gloves as she thought, looking up at the door which was leaning on the wall. Last time we tried moving it, the door had fallen on Eden, though that was probably caused by the sudden ejection of it from the wall.... perhaps if I keep it upright and angle it, as well as put in stoppers, and use the wall for supporting the side I am not on... She internally strategized on how to move the bulky and awkward piece of equipment, grey eyes flicking towards the tools she would need and the path she would take.

First up, though, would be taking the other door off its hinges.
Seeing as it wasn't full of equipment, it wouldn't be quite as annoying.

The doctor had indeed called in the girl as she had been walking past, and with not a single word, the girl had joined her in working on the tiles.
((we both went and played Gaia puzzles for a while derp))
The doctor and her assistant had a rather strange relationship. Definately not the friendship of two people doing puzzles together. It was highly practical, and almost seemed somewhat competitive as they laid down the tiles one after the other.
But ah, I digress.

Miss Kim stood up abruptly as London turned to leave, snapping out of her strategic reverie.
"Zo where haz hiz office been all thiz time? Why waz he not on the ztaff lizt at the beginning of zemezter?!" She appeared quite irked by having been proven wrong, and made a mental note to write an angry letter to the headmistress later on. She was no fool, but now she appeared as one, and that did not sit well when you were trying to assert authority in a school of sarcastic teenage spies and airhead professors.
She realized that she was glaring at London while saying this, and quickly smoothed her face back into a lazily displeased expression. "That outburzt waz not directed at you. Of courze, you do not know theze thingz." Was that an apology, or an insult to the students intelligence? The cool voice made it hard to tell.
"Pleaze explain the location of thiz new nurzez office before going about your buzinezz. It iz important." She demanded, but did not stand in Londons way or anything so bold, merely crossing her arms instead.

The doctor closed her eyes and nodded. Of course...
"Thankyou for the information London, az dubiouz az it may be. Be on your way, and do not forget to go lightly on your injured foot." She advised the girl, never letting up on her occupational habit of nagging people about their health. Not to be confused with mothering or care, she had assessed that London had a tendency to under-represent or ignore injuries, and found it probably wise to remind her at any given moment.
She gave a tilt of her head as if to permit the student to leave her sight now, as she was done talking. There was no need to say it out loud anymore.

With that, she turned back to the conundrum of the door, and began shuffle-moving it towards the doctors surgery entrance inch by inch. It may take about an hour of fiddling and leaning and unscrewing and re-screwing and wishing the machine came with instructions, but it would eventually be set up, latched onto the back of the main entrance door to the room.

"Fine. I shall go try to find them once I finish installing this door. It will be approximately an hour."
She explained promptly, not entirely extending an invitation, but acknowledging that London wanted to come along.

She nodded to the student, and went about her business again.
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Some time later, Miss Kim put the powerdrill down and pushed some strands of dark red hair back behind her ears. She usually had the curls held up with pins, but the whole days work had been somewhat strenuous in a way she was unaccustomed to, so things weren't looking their usual spick and span.
Miss Kim sighed a little and finished packing everything away, occasionally looking over her shoulder to admire her work. The door was now perfectly installed, and fit into the main doorway to the surgery- it looked somewhat more sophisticated than a usual door, but luckily she had managed to rewire the ejection switch so that it would not blow off quite as easily as it had on sublevel 2.

"Alright. Finished." She muttered to herself, then looked back over at her still rather messy labcoat with distaste. It would simply not do to walk around the school in that, so she would just go without, for now. Luckily her white gloves were easily replaced.
I will have to look into getting more coats...having spare equipment is important... She mused to herself, mentally ticking off another thing which she had to take up with the headmistress.

If London was around, then the doctor would hardly give her a second glance, striding right past her and down the hall, setting off to find her other aforementioned medical staff member.