<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Nurse Ortiz to the rescue<hr/>"I'm Savannah Ortiz," She introduced herself in reply to young man's name. She'd leave it to him what he chose to call her as she wasn't particularly fussy about formality in casual situations. He was after all old enough to drink, as he pointed out, there would be no great break down in the social hierarchy if he chose to address her by her first name. Though she did get a kick out being addressed as Ms./Senora Ortiz by Desi's friends.<br/><br/>Savannah was a very intuitive woman but even she could not know what precisely was in his head for him to omit. Or even why he would bother. Though she almost chose to point out that yoga-man was possibly too on the head as a descriptor. There was no way for him to know who she knew but that name only brought forth a few possibilities. Granted, he could have been referring to someone she wasn't familiar with but for now it didn't much matter. She wasn't out to bust anyone for anything. It required energy she wasn't really willing to waste on such things.<br/><br/>Her no nonsense tone was ruined by the amusement his little story brought forth, so her eyes were glittering even as she tried to retrain the obvious smile creeping in. "You and yoga-man, eh?" Her brow quirked but she left that alone. "I'd say it would depend on who the owner was whether he's in trouble. Some of the people around here can be a little, um..., what's the word...," she snapped her fingers as the word came to her, "uppity! They can be a little uppity, but then others... well, he could honestly be quite happy by now. Certainly in less pain than you." She shot a pointed look toward his foot as she rounded the long kitchen counter, noting that he could indeed walk on it okay. It made her feel better and reassured her in her assessment that he didn't need stitches. A good cleaning and a bandage should suffice.<br/><br/>Disappearing into the pantry for a moment, Savannah went to the first aid kit stashed there and grabbed it. Being the mother of two children in a house like this had made her the ever prepared sort. Especially as her son had delighted in thinking himself utterly invincible. The boy had come home with more cuts and bruises than she'd though possible for a little boy. Of course, getting older hadn't changed that about him. They'd had too many emergency room visits for her liking. She was just glad he'd chose the Air Force as his destination instead of the Marines. Though it wouldn't surprise her if he wrote home about somehow landing the most dangerous damn job possible in the branch. Admittedly, though he was a few years older at least, Terry reminded her of her son. Made her miss him like crazy.<br/><br/>"Everywhere." Was her response to his question as she stepped back out of the pantry with the plastic box. "My son is the ultimate daredevil. Thought himself some sort of god, I'm sure. Unfortunately, he bleeds like a mere mortal. Frequently. So I learned to keep bandages on hand." She laughed but there was something softer in her voice as she looked to Terry and she pointed to one of the two tall chairs pulled up to the counter. "Siéntate."<br/><br/>Setting the kit down on the counter she began removing her blazer to hang over the back of the other chair before moving the things she'd pulled out for her snack down a bit. "I'm glad you didn't end up in another yard honestly. You were going to put a dirty sock over that cut... that's... no bueno, mijo, no bueno." She turned on a few more lights, changing the dim setting to something that made the space a bit brighter, a bit warmer and easier to see by.