"Oh, hey, Shana, here you are." Maria walks in to find the redhead sipping coffee, the sweet smell of the dark liquid permeating the break room. "Laura was looking for you, she said something about a case?"
Shana perks up at this, getting up to rinse her cup out at the sink, having a small clinic like this meant everyone was close-knit and therefore had their own coffee mugs.
"Where is she?"
"Um at the West wing." She replies absently, poking her head in her locker. "At the Help A Were office."
"Sure." Shana huffs, hurrying out of the break room, hiking the pants of her scrubs.
The Help A Were had been made to help out Werewolves in need, it had been in place before but with the disintegration of Werewolf social systems, it didn't take long before it collapsed.
Shana had been working with Laura, a Doctor, and some other nurses and doctors who were interested.
