Dante never had to wait long. Not in this office at least. There were patients and there were patients, and Dante was distinctly the latter. Marina didn't like to think of her as a regular, but it was probably the closest to what fit. That was part and parcel with dealing with distinctly unique cases. Marina had the usual clinic goers, but she also had quite a few special cases. Dante wasn't entirely her case, but she worked with her enough that she certainly thought of her as one of hers. So when Dante had an appointment, she tended to keep her schedule fairly clear, barring emergencies.
"Dante," she said, stepping out almost as Dante had taken her seat, "come on back." She took Dante's chart as it was handed to her, giving Oliver a small, fond smile as she spotted him by the door, before leading the other woman back to their regular exam room.
"How have you been?" she asked, once they were settled. Best to get the pleasantries out of the way. "You've not been by to bring me presents like a particularly pleased cat recently. I worry." She was only teasing. Though Dante bringing the blood bags by in her alter-ego was terribly reminiscent of a cat dropping off mice. "Anything new I should be aware of?"