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[dequincy]

My secretary heard there was hunting about for a psychiatrist here.

Well, that would be me. Dr Katherine DeQuincy, at your service. Friends refer to me as Katie or Kitty or Kat, co-workers as DeQuincy or 'Q,' and patients whatever they want.

Just in case there's any dispute like in that book about me, my middle name is Marjorie.

Typist:

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[dequincy]

No reason why not. *smiles and offers hand*

[wounded_shrike]

Pleased to meet you, Doctor. I'm Justin.

And ignore anything my typist says. I'm perfectly fine.

[dequincy]

Provided you're sure.

Hello, Justin. You don't need to call me by a title -- Katherine is fine.

[wounded_shrike]

Sure, I'm sure. Why would I not be sure? Just because I - Er. No, I'm fine. Really.

*grins* All right. Katherine it is.

[wounded_shrike]

Typist: Stealing the journal from Justin for a moment, because it just occured to me. Are you familar with Westmark? Because, if you're not, it would be good for Katherine to be able to notice the large scar on one side of Justin's face - it extends from his brow down to his cheek. :) Just because it's clear outward evidence of trauma, you know.

[jareth]

Thank the Underground. I'm quite in need of a psychologist myself.

[dequincy]

Well ... I'm always open to set up appointments. Just let me know. *still smiling, not quite bothered by his appearance*

[jareth]

*waves a hand a bit absently*

Anytime after 3:00pm really, I’m away tending to business in the mornings. Just let me know a time and a place.

*looks a bit lost*

I’m really not quite used to this sort of thing.

[avifauna]

Delighted, ma'am.

[prof_ssnape]

Delightful. Someone who feels a need to... analyze others. Just what we need.

[dr_fleurd]

Ahem. *preens his mustache* I would thank you not to take that tone of voice with a noble profession.

[prof_ssnape]

Then I shall give you no need to thank me.

[dr_fleurd]

*shakes his head and makes notes on a clipboard*