It had taken her close to an hour to get out of the building in the end. Everyone who worked at the Medlabs was having a hard time getting away form the place at the moment, the lack of supplies., far form emptying the place, was making the patients pile up. Things they could have treated easily, things that they should have treated easily, were just, for want of a better term, piling up in the halls. There were very few beds opening up, the clinic was understaffed as usual and the patients just kept coming. Maybe, the Chief Nurse through as she drove what was now familiar route to everyone to Rostat, maybe people were just panicking. A lot of the injuries she had seen today were little more than nicks and scrapes, but they'd all been through radiation sickness, they were all worried when they got a new bump or bruise to a damn paper cut. It was natural. It was just frustrating. The meds were working. They were safe from the fallout.

Horizon had made sure of that.

The company had also provided her with a 'car', which was technically a truck and had emergency medical equipment in the back, since Susan more than once was called upon to make 'house calls', and give its size and official insignia on the side Susan just used it as her main mode of transport now, she old car had been hell to keep in decent condition, despite the efforts of the mechanics in the Complex. It just wasn't worth it in the end of the day, and id Horizon Technologies wanted to give her a car... well, who was she to complain? With the radio on, the news buzzing through the cab of the truck as she rolled along the streets, Susan felt herself phase in and out of conscious thought, one minute she was turning the corner at the end of the street the Medlab was located on and the next thing she new she was pulling into the parking lot at the bar. Blinking, frowning slightly too, she decided that she'd clearly not had enough sleep recently and it was probably a good thing that Aiden had suggested she take a break a get her ass down to the bar. Even if that hadn't been the actual wording.

Parking up, she heaved a sigh. Already she felt her headache starting to recede a little. Maybe it had been psychosomatic to begin with, her body telling her to get out of the Medlabs, to get away from the harsh florescent lighting and the tang of disinfectant on the air, the raised voices and chaos. Now that she had a bit of peace she was starting to feel a bit better. Still. Vicodin would have been nice. Susan killed the engine and opened her door, sliding out into the bitter winds with a shudder. It took her a few moments to lock the vehicle up and jog towards the door, which she shoved open with the flat of her palm before crossing the threshold, bringing a brief gust of frigid air with her. Plopping herself onto a bar stool she gave the obligatory sighed groan as the weight eased off her feet as an announcement of her presence.