Watching the humans from afar, listening in with sharp ears...the beast wasn't getting much, other than their idea of perhaps going to important public places in hopes of humans gathering 'round like a confused flock of sheep. Taking a moment to leaned on the branch a little more, stretching out her body a little, the beast finally sat up before dropping down onto the dirt once more. Noiselessly making her way to the hospital...

...

The main doors slid open as she entered the building, having taken measures to hop and skip forward quickly ahead of whatever groups was going to gather soon. Now, all that was left to do was wait. The stark white of the interior walls seemed to try and project a cleanliness, but under the scent of medicine there was the sickness that emanated from the ill--none of which were still present, due to the spell, but the old scent remained like a scar. Padding along on her dirty, bare feet, brushing a dirty hand through her hair, the beast strode purposefully through the halls, curiously observing what she saw as an oppressive environment.

One of the first doors down the first hall was to some sort of cleaning room. Machines that rumbled and tumbled and swirled about, baskets of dirty and even filthy clothing were to the side, and clean cloth of sorts were folded on shelves. Crouching to the basket of the cleanest looking cloth, she pulled out the medical scrubs and tossed them over shoulder, in the beast's hands was a relatively clean white coat of a jacket...relatively clean, as in, just a few deep red blood stain. Righting herself, the beast held the coat out before her, tilting her head this way and that before, finally, pulling it on.