Darla cradled her tea in her hands while studying the wrinkled schedule. Sad eyes drew themselves from the words on the page up to the cheerful voice approaching her.
"Oh, um. It's not so bad... my teacher, like, goes on and on about it," she said, quietly and slowly, her eyes narrowing only slightly upon the woman named Alma. "Oh, y-you're... you're that shrink...?" She moved her messenger bag off of the chair opposite her, a wordless invitation for the woman. Alma seemed sweet enough, nice enough, happy. Darla dipped her head momentarily, sipping her tea, eyes flickering downward again. "Achren, oh, um. Dr. Psiakis said she'd be h-here soon."