"Ah ha, an Escape Artist." He murmured, looking down at Amy with a stern expression. He would speak to her more firmly about traveling with her older friends. The little girl had a sulky expression but ultimately knew she was caught and in the wrong. A conversation would be had when Orion left, "Well, it's not much to look at to be honest." His attention now turned to Orion, "But you're welcome to drop by and look around. What you see is what you get."
A neat plywood shed to be precise with two windows and the door. About 12 by 12 in feet that was on one of the cement sections of the post and remarkably clean. There were two tables and judging by the clean table, that was the examining table. Not quite state of the art but fairly neat and orderly. The shelves were lined with file bags and cases. Paperwork and medication.
Amy looked at Orion for a moment then looked up at Doc for confirmation, "You can use your crayons and butcher paper or go outside to play within eyesight of the Office. And you are not to play with Eric-"
"Little Bear." Amy admonished.
"-Eric- until we have our talk." Doc said sternly. The little girl sighed, looked at Orion with an expression that clearly said 'you can't win them all' and went outside. Doc adjusted himself so he could glance out the window occasionally. Then he focused on the young brunette.
"I am, so I'd like to think." He sighed heavily and looked around the room, "One of these bags has my Harvard certificate. Doesn't mean all that much, anywhere. Not in this world." He gestured to a stool so she could sit if she liked, "East Coast was something of a hellhole in the weeks after the Pulse. Though that's a bit of a trek isn't it? It was pure luck we got this far."