Baxter immediately backed up a couple of paces, mostly out of surprise, but also to give her some space. The last person he'd expected to find in a storage cupboard was Miriam, but apparently the fates had other plans.

"Miss Trelawney," He greeted, almost gulped, feeling like more like a teenage boy than he had when he was actually a teenager. Was it always this awkward to run into someone you were once entangled with? Baxter was awkward in general and he'd been the one to mess up here, so perhaps it was all on him. "Was there something you were looking for?" She was a healer after all, she could have a perfectly rational answer for being in the closet, despite the fact that she didn't work in this hospital anymore.

Running a hand over the back of his head, a tell-tale sign of discomfort on his part, Baxter wondered just how quickly he could get through this, but he also wanted, on some level, to know how she was doing...