First Meeting IDK

[restingstitchface]

[Crane sits at his desk, lightly tapping his nails. Click click click click click. Hello Harleen. Goodbye. Get the hell out of his office.]

There is no need for an introduction, Dr. Quinzel. I know who you are.

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[itistolaugh]

[ Her eyebrows raise in a perfect, amused arch. Normally this would be the time to offer a hand, but she can tell it would not be appreciated so she keeps her hands in her coat pockets. ]

Well then. That saves us a lot of small talk.

[restingstitchface]

Evidently so.

[He doesn't lean against his chair; doesn't close his book. But he slides it out of easy reach and links his hands.]

But good evening. [It's never a good anything when one's seeing Dr. Crane. That's the joke.] You wished to discuss matters relating to the Asylum?

[itistolaugh]

[ Her heels click across the floor as she approaches his desk, cocking her head to examine the book. ]

You did the primary intake interviews for some of my patients. I was wondering if you still have your original notes.

[ She pulls a scrap of paper with a short list of names out of her pocket and slides it across the desk. ]

[restingstitchface]

[That slip of paper is taken and analyzed silently, without physical contact nor emotion. Before his eyes reach the bottom, his right hand delves into the open draw below, pulling out a collection of papers inside a file. They're slapped over his copy of Benzodiazepine receptor inverse agonists that she had been examining.]

These are the ones I feel will find your guidance beneficial. [He clears his throat. Clearly, he's a busy man.] Will that be all?

[itistolaugh]

[ fart ]

[restingstitchface]

[He quirks a brow.

Well, okay. That's immature. Not entirely unexpected, either.

But still. Having a gas? IF ONLY SHE KNEW.]

... Obviously not. Goodbye, then.

THE FART IS NONCANONICAL

[itistolaugh]

[ She picks up the file and flips through, taking account of all the documents inside. ]

So, what was wrong with these guys that you didn't keep the cases for yourself? Didn't meet your high standards?

OF COURSE

[restingstitchface]

[He slides his fingers together and slightly tilts his head forward. Very slightly. He does nothing to hide his blank stare.]

Their problems are common enough. [Their fears are common. Their cases are boring. They are not especially aggressive and in need of being on the receiving end, either.] So they'll be no problem for you.

[He doesn't think much of her skills, wow. They make anybody doctors these days.]

[itistolaugh]

[ She taps the file against her chin with a wry smile. ]

Well, how kind of you to share.

Oh. Also, Dr. Leland moved to a new office and I'm in her old one. So. Howdy, neighbor.

[restingstitchface]

[He continues staring impassively.

That control he prizes is put to good use when he seamlessly pushes down his frustration to keep his voice calm and level. Polite. Ugh. Workplace manners.]

Hello.

[Is that all? Goodbye.]