Nancy finished her chips a little quicker than might have been ladylike. She didn't care. She crumpled the bag and tossed it into the trash can.

[color=Brown]"Oh, I didn't realize. I thought guards had to go, too. I guess someone has to keep everyone in line while we're chatting away, huh?"[/color] She looked up at the clock.

[color=Brown]"Oh, crap! The dinner prep has started. Gotta get down to the cafeteria. I need to go help them out down there."[/color] Thankfully, she didn't have to handle the dinner pill line. She only needed to get into the kitchen and help get food to the patients and make sure everything ran as smoothly and quickly as possible by getting plates and trays to the dishwashers. Technically that was the duty of the kitchen staff, but when they were going to be losing a bunch of the nurses and head guards to the meeting at 5, they needed all hands on deck. Dinner would still be served during the meeting, and the more that was done before their numbers were cut, the better. Honestly, it was self serving- if she helped out now, there wouldn't be so much of a "Charlie-Foxtrot" waiting for her in the morning. She went to stand by the door, reluctant to go out just yet. It had been nice to be off her feet for some of the afternoon.

[color=Brown]"Are you working the dinner hour or is your shift over soon? Any wild and crazy plans for the night?"[/color] She knew very well there wasn't much to do on the island. The employee wing, where their rooms were, housed a few extra amenities that the patients didn't get, but not much. Nancy was glad she had brought her collection of movies and a laptop here when she moved. Otherwise, she would have been bored out of her skull. She wasn't much of a reader for recreation. Her books pretty much all consisted of medical textbooks from college, some medical books she got after college, and a few medical periodicals. If she was reading, it was for studying purposes. She enjoyed movies to get her mind off of things.

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Dr. Brennan made her way in to the recreation room after checking in on the nurse handling the pharmacy for dinner- the new prescriptions weren't supposed to start until the morning. She stood in the doorway to the room, watching the patients inside playing board games or cards, reading some of the old magazines, and talking.

It was hard to keep the names and faces of so many patients straight. Add on the nurses, guards, orderlies, and kitchen staff, and most of the time she had to later on match the face to the records in her office. It was a necessary part of the work she did, though.

She wondered if Dr. Greene had reviewed the paperwork for any of the patients here yet. Some of them seemed quite promising. Dr. Brennan scribbled on her clipboard some notes about who to discuss with him later.