This was not exactly her area of expertise (that was to say, not ridiculous clothing, wine, or silly chattering), but it seemed appropriate that she should stock up on some things while she was here.
Standing in the middle of a large, dingy pharmacy on the west side of the city, Poe stared across the half-fallen contents of the medical isle, littered with dusty boxes of bandaids, gauze, ointments and who knows what else. She definitely looked like she should be playing the part though, dolled up in a nurse's uniform from head to, uh, thigh. The hiking bag that she had stuffed with bedding and a rope hammock so far was left by the check-out counter, about as capable of picking out things here as she was, it felt. With a half-frown and a low and telling 'hmm', the dark little werewolf began to toe her way through the mess on the floor and examine the boxes that still sat on the remaining sturdy shelves. There had to be something of use.
