03-02-2014, 11:17 AM
Torri hadn't slept well the night before. Or, more technically, the morning of. Monsters wisping out of the fog haunted her dreams. When she escaped one, she was caught by fire in another. The alarm was almost a relief. She was tired, literally, of dealing with the hassle of nightmares. She rolled off the cot and found a change of clothes. She showered and pulled her hair back in a bun that dried in that shape, tight across her scalp.
Inquiries and paperwork were not unusual nor unexpected. However she was surprised by the general lack of interest in their superiors following up on what happened in Michael's office. It seemed Mecca was as he described, on the verge of exploding, and the army had more important things to investigate than an attack on a civilian contractor - even if it was on base.
As such, she was actually grateful when her Med-Wallet buzzed an interruption to the work. When she was finally reunited with her patient, she was mildly taken aback by his attire. Her brows furrowed down with thoughtful consideration, but if she disapproved of the implications of such garb, she didn't voice it.
"How are you feeling today?"
She asked, closing the door behind her. "I take it you have a plan in mind?"
Inquiries and paperwork were not unusual nor unexpected. However she was surprised by the general lack of interest in their superiors following up on what happened in Michael's office. It seemed Mecca was as he described, on the verge of exploding, and the army had more important things to investigate than an attack on a civilian contractor - even if it was on base.
As such, she was actually grateful when her Med-Wallet buzzed an interruption to the work. When she was finally reunited with her patient, she was mildly taken aback by his attire. Her brows furrowed down with thoughtful consideration, but if she disapproved of the implications of such garb, she didn't voice it.
"How are you feeling today?"
She asked, closing the door behind her. "I take it you have a plan in mind?"