She looks over to the temp with a raised brow. Shes really not paying attention to who leaves is she? Really shows how busy this place can get.

“Hey, you know where you’re goin?” She asks leaning on the counter. He seems… nerdy. Now she’s wondering how many other hospitals he’s worked in.

One of these residents stopped him, offering to give directions around the building, and he flashed her an incredulous smile. "Do I really seem that lost?" he asked, chuckling. "I may be a bit discombobulated, but unless this place is a literal labyrinth, I think I can find my way back outside..." His brows rose in mock horror. "Unless, of course, this is where people go if they never want to be found again?"

Jokes and deflection were his standard fare these days, and he hated the twinge of relief he felt at the thought of his quip coming true. It was a big reason he'd left Chicago in the first place. After his slip-up with the morphine, his colleagues no longer trusted him; even if they said they did, he knew they didn't, and thus, a temporary sabbatical in another location seemed like his best bet.

"Dr. McKay, right?" Carter asked, idly fiddling with the stethoscope draped over his shoulders. "Second-year?"

Or maybe she was actually a first-year? A third?

“Just a bit” she scrunches her nose as she shrugs before smiling softly. Chuckling at his comments she nods, she can fully agree with that. “Honestly it feels like that sometimes. Especially with how abandoned the top floor is” she says glancing away.

Seems Cassie is fine with jokes and such, a lot of the guys here are like that and sometimes so is she. This new guy though, seemed a little skittish. Like she might scare him if she just came up behind him. Or he’s just trying to get through something that she doesn’t have business knowing. Everyone goes through something every now and then. Lord knows she still is.

“Yeah that’s right, and yes second year” she nods. Laughing a bit she can’t help but look away as she runs a hand through her hair.

“Hey you’re trying. But uh… usually a bar, the park to drink or home. Unless you’re Abbot and hang out on the roof” she rolls her eyes playfully before meeting his again.

The new temp came in quietly, most just saying quick introductions before running off to their patients or checking the waiting room. He’s been here for hours running around like a chicken with his head cut off so of course when he finally stops at the counter to check charts and catch his breath she steps in.

“Hey honey, you doin alright?” She asks tilting her head at him, a gentle smile on her lips as she looks his face over.

Carter should be used to this. Chicago was the third largest city in the U.S., and therefore, more patients funneled in and out of the ED akin to an ever-bleeding wound; and yet here in Pittsburgh, after being out of commission for so long...well...

Anxious, he licked his lips, trying to ignore the stabbing flare-up from his newly chronic back pain. He came over to the nurses' station and leaned against the counter, exhaling while attempting to focus on the chart words that were quickly starting to blur together. That was when he heard her -- Dana? -- and looked up with a raised brow.

"Oh..." He flashed a crooked smile, feigning joviality as he replied, "Well, I haven't broken a true sweat yet, so I must be doing all right. Thanks."

Something about Dana reminded him of the nurses back at County -- particularly, Haleh -- with her almost maternal approach. It made Carter's chest twist and ache, and for once, it wasn't due to the restless need to use, or bury himself in tasks to forget the past several months.

At his question she can’t help but laugh slightly. Nodding a bit as she glances away. Watching the doctors discuss patients and such before looking back to him.

“About thirty years now, and I appreciate that. At least we have a doctor who will appreciate us” she side eyeing Robby wherever he is. She offers a smile back before leaning forward and looking at his chart.

“You know, Whittaker can look after your patients for a bit. There’s sandwiches in the break room a nice patient ordered for us” she offers a comforting smile, and that mom look that means no arguing with her. She pats his hand before gesturing with her head to follow along as she passes the chart over to Whittaker who takes it without second guessing.

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this was drawn from memory last night sorry if it’s not good