Even though inventory and shelf-stocking were things that were really, really boring sounding on paper, Molly had always found a sort of soothing simplicity in making sure that the med lab was stocked the way it was supposed to be. Lining things up on the shelves in neat, exact rows was oddly fulfilling, and she didn’t really care that everyone else who worked down there probably checked the shelves constantly too. The supplies were used just enough that it seemed like she was able to catch missing things from time to time, and she liked to think that it was helpful to have frequent inventory reports. Plus, it gave her something to do to at least pretend that she was being helpful, and since people usually tended to steer clear of the area, it was a nice place to just zone out and think.
And there was plenty to think about, but for the time being, Molly was happy just zoning. She had Marina and the Diamonds blasting in her ears and an arm full of boxed gauze, and she was bopping along to the music as she knelt on a stool and lined the boxes up on the shelf. She didn’t catch Gert’s reflection in the cabinet door as she entered the room, and it wasn’t until she swiveled on the stool to grab some more of the supplies that she even noticed Gert.
“Fuck!” Molly nearly fell off the stool, just barely catching herself on the counter. She reached and tugged an earbud free, eyes slightly wide still as she swung her legs around to stand and look at Gert. “Shit. I totally did not hear you come in.”