Maggie rolled her eyes. "I'm the heiress to a company that has Pharmaceuticals right there in the name. I'm pretty sure my parents would kill me twice if I didn't take antibiotics as directed." She held out her hand for the prescription. "I appreciate the numbing cream, though. Or more accurately, the dogs will, since they've been missing climbing up on my lap for a while now."
She gave him a closer look. Lecter. Doctor. After the overwhelming everything of the morning, her brain finally felt like it was starting to turn on. Maggie prided herself on her knowledge of pre-Rising horror films. The bloodier, the better, in her opinion. The 1970s and 1980s were her favorites, particularly grindhouse slasher flicks, but she had branched out. Her eyes widened, and she drew her hand back.
"So... you're that Dr. Lecter?" she asked. "Wow. Okay. This place draws from the classics. I feel like I should be flattered."