Still here, somewhat

Katrina examined her nails carefully. Perfect, as usual.
"What are you moaning about now, Keto?" someone was saying.
The doctor answered, but she didn't pay attention. Her nails, she
thought, would be more interesting.
"Anyone have any laundry?" she called absently. "I need something to
do."
"Want something to do?" Alota responded. "You could work on your
fingering."
Katrina looked up at her with surprise. "Pardon?"
"Your playing."
The cleaner finally noticed the keyboard. "Oh! Oh, right. Sorry if I
suck, but I haven't taken classes since I was 6. Be lucky I still
remember what I do." She sighed. "I'm extremely restless. I'm already
waiting for a new task."
"Keep your fur on," Tara instructed. "Just practice your fingering,
Katrina."
Katrina frowned. "Not original advice, Tara. That's what Alota just
told me to do."
"I wasn't talking about the keyboard."
Katrina burst out laughing. "A perverted nurse? Who'd have thunk
it?"