Martin went about typing correspondence to a client's family as Mac filled out the paperwork. When he brought it back, Martin looked up from his work and gave a nod as he glanced it over. "Not being on a first-name basis with clients makes it all very cold and not very welcoming, we find. Dr. Paderborn likes to make sure her patients are as comfortable as possible."
He looked over the symptoms and what Mac listed as his concerns. Martin removed the form with his residential and contact information to enter into the client database while Dr. Paderborn met with him. "Work related pain? That's rough," he said idly as he rose to a stand, his six foot two height and built frame formidable enough, despite the fact he oozed sweet farm-boy charm. He moved from the desk to the small hallway near it, disappearing for a moment as he slid the clipboard into the small slot outside of the examination room for Phaedra to pick up.
He came back to the desk and laughed as he spoke, "Busy? It always is around here," he said as he eased back in his chair, regarding Mac's attire and general disheveled look for a moment before looking back to the computer screen.
Down the hall and around the corner, a door opened and closed. There was a soft sound of light foot steps, the sound of the clip board being withdrawn, and Phaedra stepped quietly into the carpeted, somewhat spacious waiting area. She glanced down at the charts in her hand, then to the boy chit-chatting with Martin. How pleasant. Her lab coat covered most of her, although worn partially opened there were bits and pieces of her Trina Turk Algonquin dress, worn sleekly with neutral grey, sheer tights and black wedge heels. To mortals, Morphine appeared at a healthy, ambiguous late thirties to early forties. Sometimes, she could over hear mortals in passing wondering if she'd had work done. There was something slightly off about her, after all. Today, she wore her red hair very straight.
"Milo MacKenzie?" Her voice was professional, detached, yet with a soothing air that could not be denied. She regarded him coolly, a distant smile pressing her lips together.