Yolanda nodded and opened her mouth to reply, but an orderly suddenly approached, staring down at them with a mock look of happiness. 

"Making friends, are we? About time you tried to get some action, Daniel. Been long enough for you." He grinned, though it was more of a leer. Yolanda glared up at the man and, unable to stop herself, she stood up and hit him across the face with a hard left hook.

The orderly stumbled backwards as blood began to drip from his nose and he turned his head back slowly, locking eyes with Yolanda. He wanted blood. He removed a smaller baton from his belt and smacked her across the face, careful to avoid striking her in the temple - the last thing he needed was a fatality. 
Yolanda fell to the ground and made heavy contact with the ground, though she felt none of it. Her vision swam as she opened her eyes and looked up, almost screaming as she saw a towering, black figure standing over her. She sat up quickly, a mistake, and continued to stare at the figure even as her vision edged black and the room fell away.

The orderly squinted down at her, one hand on his jaw as he breathed hard. He jabbed the baton at Daniel. "Take care of that." He ordered, before turning and walking away with a litany of curses.