"I've got one," Lauren said, gritting her teeth as he manipulated her shoulder. He was gentle, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Still, she appreciated the effort taken not to cause her any additional pain. "This isn't my first time at the rodeo, so to speak." First time she'd ended up at a vet's for treatment, but then again, the last time she'd dislocated her shoulder, it hadn't been as a marten. It was almost kind of funny.
"Wow, your parents were busy," she couldn't help but remark, taking in the age difference between the two little girls and the man treating her. She took the post-it, recognizing the hollow threat, but didn't bother to tell him that it wasn't going to happen. They'd start arguing again and it would be a waste of both their time. He sure had some protective instincts out the ass, though. "Thanks," she said simply, then grinned a little when he introduced himself. "Oh, you're Julian Davis?" she couldn't help teasing just a bit. So it was his set of scrubs she was wearing. Figured. "I'm Lauren," she started out of habit, then her mouth snapped shut so fast her teeth clicked. While she didn't have a problem introducing herself usually, the people she was meeting typically didn't know she was anything other than human. "...Jones," she finished somewhat lamely, trying to sound natural. Note to self: practice fake names more.
"You really don't have to drive me," she said once more. "I can take a cab; it's not that far."