Even considering the dearth of staff (slightly improved, now that people are starting to come through immigration, though the influx of dehydrated patients tends to balance that out,) Cameron's here long past the end of her shift. The long hours show; around the edges of her eyes, the way her hair is hastily piled up in a bun. She should head home-- her apartment is solid enough now that she doesn't need to crash on a couch in the break room-- but there's one stop she needs to make before she can leave.

She comes into the room quietly, setting the door shut with a gentle click before moving to the bed.