*enters the ward, flicks on the light, takes a swift look around and bustles into activity.

Oy, you!, Yes, you, MudGuard, was that you switched off the light in here? Get back on your training bike! No lazy beggars around on my shift! And if you still have problems with pus, I'll get you a nice maggot dressing in a minute. That'll soon set you right, dear boy.

*marches over to rattle the beds containing Rapaire and Giok.
Get up, you wasters and layabouts, it's time for some action here. This ward must be prepared for tomorrow when we may expect the Queen of Tacky Gifting to grace us with her presence. I want this place to be all ship-shape for her arrival, so extricate yourselves from those bedsheets and set to work with the rest of us!

*tiptoes to the next bed down the line, bends over the occupant and whispers:
Severn, my dear, if you're feeling frisky enough we could do with a few choice puns to greet Ms Sins when she gets here.

*turns to a figure caught busy stuffing chocolates into her face.
Liz, dear, the Christmas Tree Shop left-over storage is in the basement, next to the Skelp ward. If you're not coughing too hard, could you nip down there and take a look around. See if there's anything that'll go with either an all-pink theme or an angel theme? That's a girl! You can get Megan to help you with the decorations, if you can prize her out of the Skelp ward. Do leave a little space for whatever Jacqui may bring in, though, I'm sure we don't have anything that can match her choice of decorations.

gnu, DON'T try to sneak that 'hran in here.. it's banjos we want for Sins, not bodhrans!

*disappears down the corridor, still issuing commands left and right