Can she sing? She's practically a Florence Nightingale.

Everyone goes back to Florence Nightingale and her lamp. That's not where nursing started.

The light show when she picked up the statue was insane. Blue cracks spread from her hand, up her arm, and across her entire body in less than a second. When she dropped it, I thought maybe she’d seen what was happening and would leave the statue alone. Or throw it at me—it kinda seemed like she wanted to throw it at me for a second.

Nightingale.

Let's bring it up to date with some snappy nineteenth century dialogue

I'll take fifty percent efficiency to get one hundred percent loyalty.