The young, tall red-head came around the corner, a cup of coffee in hand, her white coat on with her stethoscope around her neck.
"What's the problem, Connie?" she asked the receptionist as the strange man stood looking on.
"This," replied the receptionist with a stunned look as she pointed at the man's datapad.
"May I?" asked Doreen as she reached for it.
She then saw the authorization and looked at the man in shock, "Your serious? Are you trying to give that much to this institution? That's a very generous sum, Sir."
She paused a moment and escorted the man to a more private area to avoid prying eyes and ears, "I am Dr. Doreen Naggers, the chief resident of this facility. Um....what do you need in return? Most of our goods are off being used in relief efforts."