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Lion:
[ @DragonSong ]

Tetra Phaedras wasn’t exactly looking forward to work today, but the shuttle out to TRIM went by surprisingly without incident.  Not that there were many incidents on shuttles out to space stations.  And if there were, he’d been lucky enough to avoid such unnecessary disruptions to what he knew would already be a busy day. 

No, what was strange today was the fact that he seemed to be entirely alone on this shuttle flight.  There was just the pilot, and an old woman that sat in the far back that only regarded him with a smile.  He didn’t smile back, and just eyed her before taking his seat.  After staring at her became less and less interesting, he reverted back to his own computer and referred  back to his notes.

Tetra found his way into his office and sipped his coffee quietly.  He truly hoped this day would be as boring as the day before, because all in all he needed that kind of monotony in his life.  Just enough to keep unpleasantness at bay.

Oh he was confident, he reminded himself, that he could handle anything that came barreling his way.  He was a skilled psychiatrist after all, one of the highest paid in his field and didn’t work for TRIM for peanuts.  Speaking of which, he made sure to remove the jar of peanuts his assistant kept on their desk, stashing them away into a utility cabinet.

Nobody would miss them.  Except his assistant.

“All right,” he called into the com.  “I’m ready for my first patient, Ryan.  Feel free to send them in now.”

DragonSong:
"Ms. McAlistair? You can come in now."

Annabelle glanced up from the magazine she'd been idly flipping through with a quick smile and bounced to her feet. "Yessir," she responded to the rather squirrely man who was beckoning her into her new psychiatrist's office.

She tripped easily into the doorway and knocked on the frame, peering inside. "Hey, uh, Doctor Phaedras, right?" She smiled and took a little step into the room, hands smoothing a little self-consciously over her TRIM-commissioned white hospital garments.

"I'm your new morning appointment." She bounced the rest of the way into the room, tilting her head so her choppy auburn hair fluttered around her face.

Lion:
The name was unusual to him, but Tetra preferred not to question when new patients made him their therapist.  He took out his notetab and took a seat by the transitioning view of the window, that projected a computer generated city-scape, likely that of the Aedolis skyline.

"Have a seat," Tetra indicated, to either the armchair or the couch beside it.  "Make yourself comfortable Ms. McAllister.  Being my first appointment for the day, you've caught me in a particularly good mood.  I hope you're well today.  Are you?"

DragonSong:
"Um, yeah. Sure." Annabelle took a seat in the armchair, perching on the edge. She crossed her ankles, then her legs, then her ankles again, fidgety and nervous.

"To be honest, Doctor, I'm not quite sure why I'm here," she admitted after a moment with a nervous laugh. "I didn't really think I needed a therapist- but, I mean, whatever the doctor says, right?" Another nervous little chuckle.

Lion:
Doctor's orders, huh?  Now wasn't she a special little bean. 

"Oh, don't worry.  Just relax.  We don't have to start right away.  But you being here, we both know, is no coincidence.  Somebody inserted this appointment into your normal routine," he said with a nod, and cold smile.

"We can just talk.  How are you?  Did you sleep well?"

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