Who: Connie, Rome
What: Treating bruises, maybe talking
Where: The Infirmary
When: Sometime March 4th
Connie had been waiting for Roman to drop by; she had been keeping a eye on him for several days, especially after his apparently ill-fated visit with his father. He had seemed subdued after that visit, and appeared to be moving carefully... as if he'd been hurt, and it worried her. Finally, she'd spoke to him directly using the journals, and he was supposed to stop by sometime today. What little he'd said in reply had worried her still more. She'd put the kettle on, and was settled at her desk, working on status reports on the cases she'd had this week.