"It's just that... most girls as pretty as you that come in here... usually, they're dead," Davis told Tru, somewhat awkwardly.
"Ah," Tru nodded. "Well, I'll be applying to Med school soon and my advisor thought it would be a good idea."
Davis shrugged, showing the young girl around the morgue.
"Not really much to know. Bodies will come in at this loading bay. They'll wheel them straight in. You just need to check and sign for it."
"Ok," Tru replied.
"It's the graveyard shift," Davis warned her. "Friday and Saturday nights. Maybe during the week if it gets desperate. When can you start?"
"As soon as possible."