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&& She is typing... typing.. typing. The medic continues typing up her field notes. Angela sought much enjoyment from updating the records for her own personal benefit. A deep BREATH as she finishes her work for the day and begins to send the files to print.
When a sudden breeze catches her off guard, her spine shivers. For she was the only one in the building, it was much past anyone’s working hours. But she was a WORKAHOLIC and didn’t deem rushing home a necessity. The air con was working fine, but this was a different feeling, an uneasy feeling.
And so she continues her task, but more cautiously. Angela walks over to the printer and keeps a close eye around her. The doctor would let out a short, barely audible laugh. How silly of her to believe she was being watched. but then a noise took her by shock and all she could manage to speak out was -
“Who’s there!?”
It was more than likely Lena coming to collect her shoes she’d forgotten but with the THREATS they’d received recently, one could never be too sure && so she acts defensively. One hand reaches down for her pistol but does not withdraw it - just in case.
