It's fine, I've been called a whole lot worse than the wrong name. And it's pretty normal to get a little confused in a confusing situation.

[Calling this 'confusing' is a bit of an understatement, but it expresses the right sentiment. Nadine doesn't expect anyone to be at their best or on top of their wits right now. She's gripping her nerves with an iron fist, metaphorically speaking.

He almost seems addled. The way he gets to his feet shows no side of haste or concern. It's as though he's suffering from a head injury or some kind of poison - and she's inclined to go with the latter.

At least he does get up.]

There we go, perfect. We're going to get you somewhere relatively safe, okay, and then I'm going to check you over.

[She pats her large leather doctor's bag, as though reassuring him that she is indeed a professional.]