Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg,
Running a health department and running blind seemed to be about the same to Babs. She had little support, no real hospital rooms, and her equipment was decent at best. But hell, it was still better than some of the clinics she’d seen get set up in tents in the Middle East while on tour.
That evening she was busy with paperwork. Which Babs was really coming to hate, but appreciated she needed if this was going to be a good clinic. So when Olivia knocked on the door, Babs was kneeling at her desk, trying to figure out where the hell to put the handwritten reports taken by those in quarantines past. As she looked up, she bonked her head nicely on the desk, and swore. Sore, and annoyed, Babs opened the door.
Now let’s get something straight: Babs had the same instinctual mothering of a great white. Olivia was useful though, she did runs. The fact that Babs had been consistently worried about the girl when she did runs had nothing to do with fear for her, but rather with the goods. Well, at least that was what Babs had taken to telling herself as she looked at the brunette.
“Oh- hey Olivia. What can I do you for?” Babs asked, one hand rubbing the top of her head a bit before stepping aside. The generally clean, almost austere office was a mess- but on the desk top were a few bottles of water, and Kaloe was dead asleep in a corner.