She'd turned now as he took his seat, glancing briefly over the papers that he'd only gotten so far in filling out. The hand writing wasn't exactly easy to read but it was still legible.
Dorian Black sounded forged. Names didn't mean anything though. Things they needed to talk about though, that was a different story.
She was setting the papers into a file folder when she finally spoke to him.
"I like to think that I essentially help people find ways to help themselves."
Turning to face him she crossed one long slender leg over the other while her eyes fixed on his face.
"You see yourself as having a problem though, or else you wouldn't be here. On the phone you spoke to me about potentially having Multiple personality disorder, something that is usually linked to a subconscious defense mechanism which likely has a reason behind it."
"What things would you like to speak about here with me today?"
Mirina didn't like to lead her patients into conversations. Patients would either tell her the reason they felt they needed help or they wouldn't. Patients unwilling to speak would couldn't be helped.
Trust was gained or it wasn't. Conversations happened or wouldn't.
Mirina loved people and often wanted to help them, but if they wouldn't let themselves be helped...