[center][b]Pepper Thompson, Redwood Apartment Foyer - Open for Interaction[/b][/center]

[i]'Deep breaths, Pepper. Chris will handle them.'[/i] 

Chris was her 'partner'- specifically her fellow EMT-P she deployed with for the majority of her shifts. Having served with him for a while, it was rather unnerving without him around for once- his incessant insistence that she enjoy herself at the tenant party having irritated her into going purely now out of a waning mixture of fear, curiosity, and concern. Pepper didn't go out to any social excursions, if at all. This was a first, and it was written all over her face as the ghostly-complexioned, slim and black-haired young woman made her way down the last flight of stairs to the ground floor; flyer loosely held a freckled left hand. Dressed in a form-hugging grey light sweater and faded denim jeans with black running shoes, Pepper looked well-accommodated besides how she felt. Well, she could only [i]hope she was.[/i]  She'd been here for only three months, but it felt as if she'd just arrived last week. Getting to see her fellow tenants would be a rare sight for her, since she worked the majority of the day and always got off at midnight. 

The young woman kept her head down and her hands nervously wringing their wrists at her front as she briefly glanced upward to find the reception desk. When she spotted it, her head was back down and her movement straight and purposeful toward the ornate oakwood-furnished countertop. Reaching up a hand, she gingerly placed the form on the countertop and slid it forward. All the quiet woman could do was hope she was acknowledged in silence without being addressed. Moving faster than her thoughts would allow, Pepper did a swift turn on her heel, glanced up, and found an unoccupied leather chair by the fireplace. The woman practically darted over there like an unguided ballistic missile of a human and took a seat once she arrived. 

Crossing her legs over one another once she sat, she kept her head lowered. the radiant, glowing orange-red flicker of the fireplace slowly began to warm her shaking hands. Blowing out a fluttering exhale, she reached her right hand inside her jacket and appeared to tug at something before the pocket finally gave way and revealed a medium-sized book; a white hardcover background against a red cross. Below the medical-looking icon were the words [i]'Silverdale Paramedic Procedural Guidelines, 2018 2nd ed.' [/i] Flipping open to a bookmark to the second chapter, the title read 'Different types of Code-3 emergencies.' As Pepper began to relax, she knew it was only a matter of time before the waiting game ended. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled and began to read in silent contentment.