Firefly Glen a minty fresh death breath

The Glen guardian responded to her admission with amusement, which hopefully meant Lane was off the hook for the way she had behaved with Holland previously. She'd still have to swallow her pride and apologize to Holland when she saw him next, which was a conversation she was not excited to have. 

"Right," Lane confirmed. "They do say medics make the worst patients." She had a dry sense of humor to match Antares's, and it tugged at the corners of her expression for a fleeting instance. 

The wind picked up around them, howling and swirling outside their meager shield of trees. Antares seemed to take that as a cue to turn the conversation back to business-- it wasn't the greatest setting for small talk, sadly. 

"Just where to start.." Lane answered, letting out a long breath. It sounded like she was going to have to hit the ground running. "..as in, the most pressing medical needs, or whoever is getting regular checks." she explained. With Lane now here to take shifts, she could immediately ease the burden of Holland and the other caregivers of the Glen.