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Despite the alarm being heard within the psychologist's office, the man ushered the debut hero to stay. They were in the middle of a checkup, both for Eliott's bracers as well as her mental health, as her split personality sounded like a problem to the higher-ups. Despite her claims that she is in full control of herself, the rest of New Horizon don't share that kind of mentality. She had experience dealing with and talking to psychologists before, however they often brought up bad memories... 
"You appear to be doing well, Eliott. Your cooperation is appreciated." A small button beneath his desk silenced the alarm. It could be heard in the distance, but apparently disabled the speaker within his room. She nodded to show her understanding. "Your bracers seem to be fine and well-calibrated. No adverse effects..." He pointed to a not he had scribbled a half-hour earlier. "But I would like to ask you a few questions before you go. Just some little things, bits about the Tower and whatnot. Please, be honest with me, I know you're not a bad person."

[color=red]"That sounds OK."[/color] Responded the meek voice of Eliott. She still hadn't quite grown accustomed to his presence, as well as that of the other heroes, but was making progress. 
"Alright, how do you feel about living in The Tower? Do you feel safe? Do you get along with the other heroes?"
There was a pause. Eliott liked to think over her answers carefully. [color=red]"It's comfortable. I haven't made an impression with everyone, but there are some who I like, some who I don't. I-I want to get to know them..."[/color]
"That's fine, that's fine." More scribbles. "And how goes the training? I hear you're almost finished?"
Eliott nodded again.
[color=red]"Almost finished. I might get to go on the next mission, or so they say. I have a test to do, and that's apparently the end of it."[/color]

The psychologist raised an eyebrow. "Congratulations! You're pretty quick, huh? It took some heroes here much longer to reach where you are now." He cleared his throat and leaned in, catching Eliott's affirmative hum. She could already tell what he would ask next. From her experience, they tended to feed into a conversation, as opposed to ask random questions. "Then do you mind if I ask if that 'other you' has came out much?"
Eliot shrugged. 
"Eliott, please. I need to know."
Eyes looked down to towards the floor. 
She frowned. 
[color=red]"A little."[/color] She sighed. He nodded and wrote some more., but didn't say anything, silently pressuring her to keep talking. She gave in. [color=red]"I... I get a bit more excited at the practical things. But I'm quieter when I do the written things..."[/color] 
That much he already knew, but it seemed like Eliott wasn't willing to divulge anymore information. While it did worry him, he wasn't going to push her, and instead let out a relieved sigh. "OK. OK! That's good - this is good!" Reider's gaze returned to the man, confused. "We're about to run out of time, so let me ask you a couple more questions before you leave. Is that OK?"

Another couple minutes of questions came at her, and she did her best to answer them well-enough. Most had to do with the Tower, the heroes, and how she herself felt. Though none of them were particularly hard, she came out of the psychologist's room feeling tired, like she had just undergone exercise. She was beckoned to visit the park on the roof; some peace and quiet would be hard to find with all the other heroes around, and the sense of nature it provided was refreshing as always.
But first, food. 
She made her way to her own room, and prepared a pair of sandwiches. It was a simple meal - lettuce, tomato, bacon, buns toasted. She made two in case anyone came to visit her while she was up there. 
Hallway, elevator, hallway, stairs; the roof was a long walk to get to. It wasn't visited by too many heroes, which is why she found it relaxing. She'd brought books with her, one about philosophy and another about fantasy. Her choice of books never really had a preference, just those that seemed interesting to her.

The park, as ever, was beautiful. Her favorite place by far was beside the pond under a tree. It was shady, and the grass was just soft enough to lay down on. The tree served as a nice backrest when it came to reading, and the serenity of it all often put her mind at peace. Even when people came to play volleyball, the sound was drowned out by the flowing of water, and the tree's thick trunk meant sound couldn't penetrate it. She could still mute sound if things were really bad, but then she wouldn't be able to hear the birds. True, they weren't really there and were just sounds produced by the dome, but it added to the relaxing vibe of the park nonetheless. 
As she found her place, her spot, she settled into it comfortably. The toasted sandwich was good, just as she had learnt, and reminded her that she needed to cook more often. The thought of cooking for other heroes crossed her mind. It sounded nice, since she hadn't been invited to anyone else's cooking yet, but there were some faces she was unsure of inviting. Perhaps a smaller crowd -- Epsilon -- would be ideal?

She lost herself to thought, absentmindedly chewing her toasted sandwich, even as the announcement that the other heroes had returned echoed throughout the park...