It's not even Eleven, it's Ellever, so still not someone to know. El and her group are largely over in the village, mun thinks. Misty might have heard Javert's name before, as the Soldier's other current handler, but only in passing.

"I can come by once a day," they offer, skipping right past the whole "medical person" conversation. Doctors make it nervous. "Regular time. At the start of my patrol." Already they're getting ideas about bringing over some hot soup and grilled sandwiches and pasta. She has nothing here to cook with. She needs something warm to eat.