*hops up quickly from the yelping chair, as though stuck with a pin*
Beg pardon, I'm sure.
*sits in the wooden chair*
Ah, that's better. Just right. Why do I feel like I'm depriving a baby bear somewhere of his rightful furniture?
*rubs face tiredly at your and Sybil's expectant gaze, then pinches bridge of nose and concentrates*
Okay. Right. Start sorting all the patients by injury: burns; contusions; fractures; exposure; malnutrition. Most serious first, of course. And let's get an inventory of our supplies so we know what we've got to work with.
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Date: 2014-08-07 01:45 am (UTC)Beg pardon, I'm sure.
*sits in the wooden chair*
Ah, that's better. Just right. Why do I feel like I'm depriving a baby bear somewhere of his rightful furniture?
*rubs face tiredly at your and Sybil's expectant gaze, then pinches bridge of nose and concentrates*
Okay. Right. Start sorting all the patients by injury: burns; contusions; fractures; exposure; malnutrition. Most serious first, of course. And let's get an inventory of our supplies so we know what we've got to work with.