[While he's not as easily rattled as before, it's still with a bit of trepidation that Reeve strides into the room-- after all, his last round with Ratched didn't go so well. Things have changed a bit since then, though. He glances around at the guards, then at Ratched, before sitting down all proper in his formal clothes.]
Presumptuous, I assure you, only if you spoke for their emotional or mental well-being. I was merely asking after his health. But how pleasant that must for you both. When was this, may I inquire?
[You never know. Perhaps he would have slipped. It's happened before, after all. There's no response to the incredulous look other than a polite smile and a crossing of her ankles.]
No, but it seems ridiculous to have to explain something as simple as an observation that can be gleaned within a few seconds. Also wasteful of time, and you did say we had much to discuss. I don't want to get in the way of that.
I'm sure we do.
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Mr. Tuesti. And how are we this afternoon? Well, I hope?
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I'm doing just fine.
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[At this he raises an eyebrow, giving her a rather incredulous look-- she can't possibly think he's that stupid.]
Considering I see him roughly five or six times a day, in the halls or at meals, I can't possibly remember.
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Is your memory so poor?
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