[b] Shiō [/b]

There was a light knock on Shiō's procedure room door. 

"Miss Shiō," Yui's dampened voice speaking through the closed wooden door, "You were supposed to meet your squad assignments over twenty minutes ago. Should I tell them you'll be delayed?"

Shiō sighed inwardly, a large string of profanity echoing through her mind, "No need. I am just finishing up." With that, she closed the leg wound on the young man, having successfully removed the clot. Despite the simplicity of the procedure, it had been complicated by the clot moving twice during it, forcing her to create three incisions in his leg rather than her usual one. There was substantially more blood than she had planned for, her hands coated; the boy had a strong heart and her first incision had erupted in a small geyser of blood, splattering her front. Pulling the elastic back on her gloves, she snapped them off, tossing them in a bin before swiftly departing the procedure room, leaving Yui to handle the patient's discharge.

Given her tardiness, she didn't bother to change and immediately (and swiftly) headed to the training grounds. A number of people looked at her oddly, noticing the blood on her lower arms and chest. It didn't bother her in the least. She'd been in this kind of situation more than once. Most of the strange looks she got were probably from people who had some naive notion of death - those that were less experienced with the subject, even considering the times they were in.

It was easy for her to pick out her charges; she just found the two most confused looking of the bunch and strode up behind them. Clearing her throat, she waited for them to turn their attention onto her, her arms crossed behind her back, leaving her blood soaked chest to lead the first impressions.