Christopher McGraw stood silently in the waiting room of the hospital. Out of habit he rubbed his chest, and then hooked his fingers in the dogtags hanging from his neck. With a disinterested look the man leaned back against the wall, waiting for one of the Doctors to come speak to him. 

[i] Wanted, one dumb mother f*cker to sit in waiting room for three hours during his last Fall Break so as to not be spoken to for a position to get a first-hand look at psychos. [/i] Thought the man, as he dug around the inner pockets in his overcoat. 

He had been 'invited' here a week ago via referral from his Psychology professor, while McGraw would tell any of his friends he was here simply to 'look at psychos', he had - deep, deep down in that uncomfortable area of his brain that nearly two decades of drunken parenting had alienated him to - decided to volunteer out of some sense of morality. The patient he was volunteering to see was apparently something short of an evil mastermind, his teacher having explained that she had succesfully outwitted or simply scared over a dozen people out of her door before. 

When his bandaged right hand finally closed around the phone he had been looking for was when a doctor entered the room. Similar to Chris' attire, the Doctor was wearing a longcoat, pants and a T-Shirt, but the color scheme was nearly the direct opposite of the man's, shades of blue and white contrasting against Chris' blue jeans, black T-Shirt, and jet black overcoat, zipped down the middle, save for a small 'V' split near his legs, to allow them to move freely. The overall look of his coat, zipped up as it was, gave them an 'anime robes' look, and though he caught a lot of flak for it, this coat was one of the things Chris was most proud of, and he loved the look. 

"Mister... McGraw?" The doctor asked, pushing his glasses up the rim of his nose. The Doctor stood taller than Chris, with a bald head and deep brown eyes. 

Conversely, the five foot six tall McGraw, with unkempt, shoulder-length, thick and wavy brown hair and dark blue eyes looked far less official, even less so with his overcoat. 

"Yup." Said the man, his voice deep, but lightened so as to be friendlier. 

"Doctor Marcus Halford." Said the doctor, "Scott already told you about the job, yes?" 

"He gave me the sparknotes version... Unless my life's in danger I don't need any more details." Said the teen, hooking his hands behind his back, "I prefer to wing it, see." He said with a grin. 

The doctor looked incredulous, but nodded and bade McGraw follow him. They walked and talked through the mental facility, the Doctor giving him some background to the facility and to Reyna Lacross, before finally making their way to the one-way window peering into the interview room they set up, within which, was the woman in question. 

McGraw could have commented on anything he chose, but the one thing he mentioned specifically was, "wait... You put her in the cop-movie interrogation room?" He asked, "dude, I'm trying to make a first impression here..." He grinned despite himself and indicated his coat, "looking like I do what do you think's going to be the first thing running through her mind when she sees me?" He didn't allow the man to answer, he lowered his voice, [b] "terrorist." [/b] He said, imitating 'her' voice and pointing at the doctor. "Seriously, this won't make a good first impression at all." 

"She has a history, Christopher." Said the Doctor, "we had to take precautions." 

"Make her feel like a caged animal is precautionary?" The man blinked, chuckling. "Can't wait to see how [i] this [/i] plays out." He looked into the room, "So I can go in whenever?"