Sitting down in the sanctuary of the staff room, Tara Lo clasps hold of her steaming cup of coffee for dear life, mentally preparing for the day ahead. She always enjoys the peaceful 15 minutes between her starting her shift, and Miss Naylor starting her ward rounds. Quicker than she would like, the time comes around fast to locate the fiery haired dragon. Slipping out of the room, she exchanges a quick smile with Oliver across the ward before turning to stare at the consultant's office, ready for the beast to wake.
It is only a few moments before Jac releases herself from her office, noticing the F1 squawking at her immediately. Tara, expecting a tirade of belittling abuse spat at her, gulps with horror as the consultant nears her. She stares like a rabbit in the headlights as Jac stops, facing her.
"Ah, Dr Lo…" She pauses, pondering for a moment, eyes thinning at her juniors thoughtful expression. No doubt another futile trip for Jac's coffee machine refills, Tara thinks. The redhead sighs. "Your research project."
"Yes, oh god, I missed the deadline didn't I? I thought the letter said the-" Jac raises a flat palm to her, to stop the incessant babbling of her F1. It seems to be working for the moment.
"Your research project, interesting case choice." Tara is silent. "We have a patient today, booked in for a pulmonary valvuloplasty. Me and Elliot both thought that you could observe, considering congenital heart surgery is what you studied after all."
"Oh my, thank you Miss Naylor!" She grins, clasping her hands together in the excitement.
"Calm down St Trinians, just be scrubbed in at 10 sharp!" Jac rolls her eyes, and feeling awkward by her juniors' extreme (and what she believed, futile) happiness, she walks away before there is any chance of her spreading it.