Haunted Wood making my own rules

Wow, this lady sure was like talking to a brick wall when it came to conversation. Chip stared blankly at her, expecting her to ask a question, explain something about the pack, or even welcome her into the fold. Instead, it was just a name and her job. Why had she even approached her in the first place? It really put Chip in an awkward spot, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one side to the other, still down on the ground curled up with the tree half around her.

So... why'd you become a medic? Apparently the onus was on Chip to provide the conversation.