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[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm comes down from upstairs, but he doesn't stop at the bar. Instead he heads over to the infirmary and to the corner where, a long time ago now, he and Peter Venkman created a small space for psychiatric consulting.

It's a very cozy corner, actually, and Malcolm doesn't have to do much to prepare it for Jordan's arrival.

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[evilontheloose]

Good, because Jordan is there right on time, dressed casual-relaxed, and not showing how wary and worried she is. "Hey."

[spooky_shrink]

"Hi Jordan," Malcolm replies with a warm smile that usually is able to put just about anyone at ease. He gestures at the chairs and the small couch opposite the chair he's about to sit in.

"Have a seat anywhere you like."

All the options look pretty comfortable.

A waitrat is waiting patiently. "Nunzio's here in case you want anything from the bar. Coffee? Soft drink?"

[evilontheloose]

"No, I'm fine." She takes a seat, crossing legs and placing hands on knees.

Malcolm's move.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm looks at Nunzio who gives him a cheerful high sign and heads back to the Bar.

"So, usually this sort of thing begins with some small talk. But we've talked before, and I think I have some idea of how important your time is to you. So maybe the best way to begin is to ask what you'd like to get out of this meeting?"