Rose's AOR Medical Logs She's an older, tired looking woman, closer to fifty than forty. Her salt and pepper hair is bound in a loose, lazy bun, strands of hair sticking out here and there. Eyes round and a deep blue, obscured by a pair of bifocal reading glasses. With her sharp features and a long nose, she could've been an English Rose once upon a time. She has a kind, approachable air about her from expression alone. Her light grey lab coat is embroidered with simple dark teal bands, a black polyester turtleneck worn underneath. The front right coat pocket a home to a variety of pens, flashlight, and other small devices. A name badge dangles from her neck, reading 'Rose Spencer, Remedium MP', a small red cross within a gold circle pinned to the ID. She limps along on a worn-in crutch under her left arm, the padding all bound in duct-tape. Her voice is calm and soothing, a slight rasp underlying it from a lifetime of smoking.
