✈ day one hundred and fifty seven, video

[diealone]

Well, [Says the woman in the scrubs and lab coat, who's apparently been hanging out in the infirmary more or less since the flood started. And also more or less more than half the day since that last port, from her perspective. (Jack's too, so despite how much he still hates being here, at least he's trying? Sort of?)] If anyone's in need of medical attention, or has any questions they have a burning desire to ask, [Although she looks both amused and annoyed at the prospect of having to answer sex ed questions, you all should know how this works by now. We're mostly adults here.] The infirmary's open, and I'll be more than happy to help. ["Do no harm" and all. One corner of Jill's mouth lifts in a sort of wry, not exactly bitter, not exactly sad smile as she changes tracks.] Honestly, I don't really care what gender most of you think I should be. I just tired of waking up in someone else's bedroom. [Finding the pieces of a different version of her's life is just. Unsettling. And some of it makes her miss home, except she thinks she means LA and not the Island, this time.] Out of curiosity, how many of you have kids? [ooc: Jill Shephard has been a little more vocal about her experiences on the island, and the fact that she's a parent to her nephew, or used to be, anyway, and is generally a slightly less miserable human.]