isiromero (isiromero) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-07 04:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | p: roxi, syreni jones, ~isabella romero |
[ Dr. Romero & Frostie ]
Who: Dr. Isabella Romero and Syreni Jones
When: Monday, May 7th; Morning
Where: Psych Facility
Rating/Warnings: Low
Summary: Isabella has an appointment with Syreni to get down to the bottom of the incident that caused the displacement of agents in the dorm.
The file Dr. Romero had on Syreni Jones was scant. She'd been taken off the street after a tip from neighbors and it was, annoyingly, quite common. This meant that most of their information was from hearsay and agent interview. Interviews with Syreni were... Odd. So odd, in fact, that Isi had taken to watching the recorded feeds to try to get a better feeling for the young woman. She described herself as anti-social, but Isi recognized that it was possibly a lack of socialization that made her think she was this way. It's easy to be anti-social when you don't know how to socialize. When she was finished going over her videos and notes, she sent an internal message to Syreni that she needed to report to the psychology building in order to begin making amends for the destruction that she caused. The message was not one sent to accuse or blame her. Its tone was one that said she would be better served by coming to speak to Dr. Isi and having someone that she could always trust. Isi would never tell her secrets and wouldn't punish her for longing for a friendship. At the very worst, she would only have to really tell her handler if there was anything dangerous involved. Before Syreni arrived, the doctor arranged her room to make it more inviting. She turned the temperature down much lower than was comfortable for herself. She understood that the young woman was a cryo who needed cold to be relaxed. She also had a small zen fountain that she turn on. That was just for fun really. It made Dr. Romero comfortable so she hoped it would make Syreni at ease as well. There were soft pillows on the couch and a warm blanket draped across the arm of the chair that Isi would be sitting in as they chatted. Everything seemed ready to have a nice casual chat. |