voidcatsThe sign up front cheerily declared "Walk-Ins Welcome!" despite the overwhelming tendency of her clients to make appointments to get their precious Snookums in during a time that they were sure wouldn't be contested. Things getting physical was the absolute opposite of Roxy's idea of a good time, but she'd seen enough Helens and Debras in her day ready to duke it out one v. one just to get that precious time slot for the family's good old Rover. As much fun as it could be to film the soccer moms tearing clumps out of each other's perfect perms, Roxy much preferred giving them all the possibility not to get the authorities called on them just because their work schedules demanded they could only come in at very specific times.
Not that she'd turn down an animal in need, of course.
For now, however, Roxy was content to hum a little to herself as she checked on the day's schedules, one ear ever-perked for the tell-tale jingle of someone entering. The kennels in the back were all cleared out for once, and with no on-site experiments to draw her attention, she was working the front desk like some common scrub. Should the situation demand it, she'd spring into action; for now, she bobbed her head along to the tune of the month's newest pop song and tapped away at the keyboard behind the desk.