<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wMvj12Mp/17170817-short-haircuts-for-girls.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Riley Reyes</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorothy<br/><hr/><br/>Taking a few bites of toast as a convenient pause to think, Riley nodded, glancing around the cafeteria. One of the girls was walking past their table, and she looked up at her on reflex, smiling reassuringly. Once the girl passed, she couldn't help but linger on her rather shapely behind, before snapping out from it and looking at Dorothy as if nothing happenned.<strong>"Yeah, I would expect many of them to refuse a cold medication right now, not to mention a drug used on male sexual abusers... I'll try to test the waters with my patients, the cooperative ones, maybe they would be willing to try. I mean, the whole idea of us being here is not just sheltering, but trying to help. Trying as the key word."</strong>She sipped some coffee and looked on her now empty plate.<strong>"I just wish they kept that in mind, rather than ask for a magic solution all the time."</strong><br/><br/>Out of the blue, Riley gave her colleague a puzzled look.<strong>"Did you just call me attractive? Eh, anyways, you're right, gotta scoot back to my place, they did mention new arrivals so I suppose I should sit on my, ahem, <em>attractive</em>, ass, at least till lunch, in case I'm needed. Or something."</strong>The psychologist downed the rest of her coffee, and stood up, holding her tray in order to carry it back. She leaned confidentially to the nurse, unintentionally presenting her backside to the wide audience, and said quietly:<strong>"Hey, be careful with those physicals, most of my patients say they don't like being watched or touched, you know where. Just a word of caution."</strong>Straightening her posture, Riley flashed a smile at Dorothy, and said louder:<strong>"See you later then!"</strong>She strolled to one of the carts and slid the tray on it, so the staff can take it all for a wash. Patting her hands together like after a job well done, she looked around, and left the cafeteria, heels clanking on the stone floor.<br/><br/>The halls were mostly empty, some girls who finished their breakfast earlier hurried to some place or another, or just chatted in the public space. Riley smiled at them, a habit by now. Hands in her jacket pockets, heels announcing her presence from afar - which she liked actually, since it meant she had less chances of walking into something she didn't want to see, and made a point to walk rather loudly because of it. Finally, the magic portal to her own space, also known as doors, came into view, and Riley took out the key. She opened the door, and hung an impromptu sign on the doorknob "The doctor is IN". She closed the doors, and walked into her office. Walls covered with some fine looking tapestry, green with gold motifs. Stone finish around doorways and windows, and thick wooden beams on the ceiling gave this place nearly Hogwards feel. She chuckled, stepping on a creaky floor board, and proceeded to a big old wooden desk by the window, passing an armchair and a sofa she used for consultations. Seated in a matching chair, not really comfy though, Riley took her laptop and a bag of chips from the drawer, powered it on, and hummed, resting her legs on the desk top.<br/><br/>Her silhouette cast a deep shadow, as light peered from the stylized windows behind her, intruding into the room. There were doors on the right, leading to her private room, with adjacent bathroom. The only way in was through the office, which made things both easy and complicated at the same time. Depends on the situation, really. It's sole resident decided to fight the silence, and put up some rock tunes from the laptop speaker, and took out some notes off another drawer, along with a fountain pen, a blue Visconti Rembrand she got as a gift. Frowning slightly she started typing into the laptop from her notes, habitually patting her lips with the pen.