"Okay, Miss Leeds ma'am," says Radar, popping up next to her without preamble, "I got three more for the CPR courses, five new volunteers for general drive placement -- I got 'em sorted to where they'll be most useful -- and the supply donation bin over by the library was looking pretty full, so here it is for when Captain Tuttle gets back."

He plonks a small box on top of Dahlia's desk. It's mostly filled with bags of cotton balls (somebody must've been cleaning out their medicine cabinet), plus a few bottles of ethanol, a roll of surgical tape, and a couple good sets of scissors. Radar fishes out a sheaf of volunteer paperwork and passes it to Dahlia.