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The hunter in question was either the worst possible person for the young trainee to be following around that day, or maybe the best. It would depend entirely on how the pair reacted to each other, but there was a certain promising potential for a bit of like minded...bonding. If one could call it that.

Zeke, dressed in a pair of scrubs, a stethoscope draped around his neck, knew he would be showing someone around today, but he didn't realize that someone was one of the junior trainees until he made his way up to the front desk to meet with his charge.

Realization settled in as he noticed there was only one person standing there waiting, and he stared down at her for a long moment, perhaps hoping someone a bit older might pop out of a bathroom or come hurrying through the front door. When nothing of the sort happened he sighed softly and turned the full weight of his attention on her. "Nick?"

Not at all what he'd been expecting, but the girl had sass, and Zeke had always appreciated a healthy level of sass. It had a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, expression melting into something a bit less disapproving.

"Did you volunteer for this, or are you being forced into it?" He didn't assume either way, but how he approached working with her would depend on why she was standing there. If this was some sort of punishment, something she wasn't likely to take seriously, than he wouldn't other worrying whether or not she walked away from this experience learning anything useful. If she genuinely wanted to be there, then he'd be more than willing to walk her through the various tasked they'd be doing. All the hows and whys and whens of a medical position in Deus.

Zeke snorted, and the smirk grew just a little more. "Close enough to know I won't be wasting my time by letting you help out with the fun stuff." There was extra emphasis at the end, his brows twitching knowingly, amused. At the very least, he had her attention. What he wanted to know though, was how for that attention extended.

"So let's ask another way." Arms folding, clipboard dangling from one hand, he leaned up against the front desk. "How interested are you in what we do here?"

It seemed to settle Zeke's opinion on her, because after a moment he smiled, seemingly satisfied. "Good enough." He could work with that. It wasn't an eagerness towards medicine itself, but it with an interest in learning, which made Nick worth teaching.

"Come on." Turning, he'd lead the way back down the hall he'd come from, past the break room, and into a locker room. From a cabinet beside the door he'd pause, looking through a stack of clean scrubs. Lips twitched, brows creased, he glanced at Nick again before drawing out a pair of extra smalls and tossing them at her. "Here, get changed and we'll start making some rounds."

He'd head back into the hall after, giving her some privacy.

He couldn't help but laugh as she walked back out to him. A little loose, a little long, not terrible, but she did look like she was playing dress up. "It'll work. If you stick around we can get a few pairs taken in for you." She would have to prove herself first though.

Hopefully the small gloves would be small enough.

"Come on, we've got a trainee waiting to get stitched up down the hall."

It would be a lot of watching for her, a lot of learning where things were and the proper way to handle things. Cleanliness habits, organization, and how to properly fill out a chart. A lot of work, and not much hands on training, yet.

Over the course of the afternoon they'd handle two cases of broken bones(one arm, one rib), one curious Fear related infection, and three hunters in need of being stitched up. It was busy, but at six o'clock Zeke was ushering the junior trainee into the break room.

She'd have company at the sink as Zeke peeled off his own gloves and headed towards her. "What the ******** are you sniffing your hands for?" They'd been changing gloves ACD washing have all day, but somehow, no matter how long you actually wore them, your hands still sweat. It was just a thing.

When his hands were clean and dried he made straight for the coffeemaker to help himself to a fresh cup, black, then kicked back in one of the chairs surrounding the circular table in the middle of the small room. "Twenty minutes, unless there's a code." He glanced her way to see if he had to explain what 'code' meant.

"I would take advantage of the downtime while you have it. These shifts can get really long, and sometikes it's a mad house in here.". The voice of experience.

"Powder and sweat," he amended easily, seemingly unperturbed by her long string of profanities. Who was he to say what was or wasn't appropriate language for a kid her age? It's not like he hadn't done his fair share when he was younger. Or even more recently.

All the ******** time.

"Then don't drink it." Elbows on the table, he regarded her over the steaming rim of the mug cradled between both his hands. "It's not a requirement for working her. You're free to find your own means of staying awake on twelve to fourteen hour shifts." He doubted they'd have her working anything longer than an eight, with a six being far more likely, but that wasn't the point.

Brows arched at her question, and the lazy smile he'd been wearing brightened a touch into something closer to a s**t eating grin. "I've assisted. Quite a few times."