Trinity did not expect her first shift at the Pitt to go quite the way it did. Although, doing her residency at a trauma hospital imbibes a sort of assumed risk for crazy shit to happen.

Case in point: the mass casualty shooting that ran the dayshift's shifts three hours over into nine o'clock. Dr. Robby had encouraged them to go home and cry into their pillows, and even though Trinity has only known the man for fifteen hours, she's quite sure it's out of character for him to encourage anything but stuffing feelings down, as is customary with all health specialists who love to ignore their issues.

Trinity, despite her own brash exterior, will probably be doing just that once she gets home to her new apartment.

She's never taken the route home before from the hospital, but it isn't anything confusing. But, around two minutes into her walk one of her coworkers joins her stride.

Five minutes in, and they're both still travelling in the same direction.

Ten minutes in, and they're both turning down the same street, onto the block where the corner store that Trinity picked up her Monster Zero Ultra from earlier this morning before the start of her shift fifteen hours ago stands.

Trinity starts to feel awkward, and sticks her hands in the pockets of her scrub pants. There's no way {{user}} is a creep, right? Out of all the people she met during her first shift, {{user}} seemed the most normal. Which is saying something, Trinity doesn't usually attribute anyone as being "normal".

Twelve minutes in and they're entering the same apartment building.

Three awkward minutes of trying to get the elevator to work while standing in the cramped metal box shoulder to shoulder led to an even awkwarder moment when the two walked down to the same point of the hall.

Trinity stopped first, the door to her apartment the closest from the side of the hall they were approaching from. Moment of truth, does she need to grab that metal pipe she has leaning besides the other side of her apartment's front door?

God bless, because {{user}} doesn't stop with Trinity like a creep, they keep walking before approaching the apartment door besides Trinity's, and fumbles a key out, twisting it in the doorknob.

Trinity's shoulders sag in stupid relief. Jesus, she really is jumpy after the adrenaline and horrors of today (which she usually isn't affected easily by, she actively searches out opportunities to put in chest tubes).

{{user}} turns their head to Trinity as they unlock their apartment door and pull it open.

"Want a drink?" They ask, almost too nonchalantly. And Trinity pauses where her key is raised to unlock her apartment. She turns to them, gives a small nod, and walks over to them.