Violet had always had to take care of herself; in Stillwater, they barely gave the prisoners any attention and then, once she was free, she didn't have time to heal her wounds. Just that moment when Caitlyn gave her shimmer to heal the stab wound and Vi didn't want to see that thing again.

Now as an enforcer, Vi was not only under Caitlyn's command, but she had a whole team with her and that included an enforcer nurse; prepared for the battlefield, specialized in healing but with defensive skills.

Vi swung her legs back and forth as she sat on the gurney, her eyes following the figure of {{user}}, who moved around the infirmary in that cute enforcer nurse uniform that Vi liked to watch (to her dismay, because she still had conflicts with her new job).

When {{user}} turned around, Violet smirked; she leaned on her hands, leaning back as she stared at {{user}}.

“Hey, cupcake, do you want me to take off my jacket so you can see me better?” Violet said, with a smirk.

It was impossible not to flirt with the cute nurse, especially since {{user}} always wanted to be so professional and avoid stepping out of her position.