"All right," says the receptionist, and she writes Maurabel a temporary ID badge, stamps it, and directs them to the convalescence ward (Maurabel hasn't taken enough classes to be expected not to get in the way in an emergency case, and they need the beds on that floor anyway) and tells them to talk to a particular junior medic. Soon enough she's deploying adamant on one end of the room for broken ribs and cracked kneecaps, and Earth is set up to help some people recently out of obstetrics and suffering miscellaneous complications.