[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Salem Clinic -- late afternoon

Frieda idled at the doorway, glancing occasionally over to Summer, who remained lights out.  How much time had gone by?  It felt like a while.  Was it really worse than food poisoning?

Speaking of food, a delicious smell was in the air, its origin unknown.  Frieda looked towards the diner, but there didn't seem to be an excess of steam coming from its exhaust.  Someone in town was cooking.  Her stomach growled.  It occurred to her she had given away her lunch but didn't eat anything in its stead.

There were footsteps behind her.  She turned to see the doctor walking back through the clinic with the patient, who seemed to have made a complete and full recovery.  Some colour had even returned to his face.  He drew up to Frieda, the two were of a height, and he looked right into her eyes.

"Whoa..." he seemed to recoil, then caught himself, "I mean... thanks for the help earlier before, i may have been a tad rude. Rick noel, happy to meet you."

Frieda smirked.  "I suppose I have had worse first encounters, and maybe that's saying something."  She nodded.  "It's Frieda.  Glad to see you upright.  Are you new to town, or do you live nearby?  I just got in yesterday, so I haven't met everyone just yet.  I don't mind accompanying you, if you're still feeling...off."

She turned to Arthur.  "Oh, and, good news!  I've decided to work here for you, full time.  Security guard-slash-assistant."  Frieda paused, finally realizing how bold it was for her to assume.  "That is, if you're okay with that.  You look like you could use an extra set of hands, and I just thought...ahem."  She fidgeted, then, feeling awkward.  "If it's agreeable to you, then I'll be sure to carry my gun much more often.  I could even go get it right now, if you want?"