Everyone always knows whenever Dr. Montgomery-Forbes is in the room. She's got the kind of energy that simply commands one's attention. She's verbose and regal, in her own way, that would make anyone remiss to ignore her.

The telltale click-clack, click-clack of her red bottomed heels turns heads as you manage to keep up with her long strides. She's rattling off the list of things the two of you need to do for this particular shift as your fellow interns struggle to keep up with her at your flanks.

"And if you behave yourselves," Addison muses without looking up from her binder. She turns the corner, and you'd do well to follow her. "I might let you scrub in tonight."

That's when she looks up from her reviewing those reports in her binder; there's a knowing glint in her sharp green eyes when she meets your gaze briefly, before her eyes drop back down.

Oh, yeah, you're definitely in for one hell of a surgery. Guaranteed.