[The click-click-click of heels on the concrete floor announces the presence of a familiar face. At least, familiar at first blush; it's obvious that the Kristin Kringle that left this place the last time they had seen each other is not the same woman walking back into it.
Once-bright green eyes seem just a little darker as they regard the man behind the transparent divider, expression as cold as the impending winter chill. When she speaks, her tone is equally icy - the rasp is gone since that phone call, replaced by...something else. An edge. A chip where the surface had been smooth before.
Yes, something has changed. Something deep and damaging. This time, the visit isn't aimless...it's not led by confusion. She knows exactly what she's doing.]
11/15/2015
Once-bright green eyes seem just a little darker as they regard the man behind the transparent divider, expression as cold as the impending winter chill. When she speaks, her tone is equally icy - the rasp is gone since that phone call, replaced by...something else. An edge. A chip where the surface had been smooth before.
Yes, something has changed. Something deep and damaging. This time, the visit isn't aimless...it's not led by confusion. She knows exactly what she's doing.]
Hello, Doctor Crane.
Let's talk.