Rosalia was prepared to help all arrivals again, stationed at her booth for the clinic, the umbrella protecting her from the sun. If needed, she could also help lost arrivals get back on track if they somehow fell behind the tour.

At this point, she was spacing out, but blinked. She thought she saw something move, but waved it off, counting her stock again. Something about her bandage count seemed off and it just bothered her. Could've sworn she brought another roll of gauze too.