"Oh, good on you," Katie commented, looking appropriately impressed at his line of work. And here she'd been expecting a ship full of white trash. Sad, but true. Katie had not been looking forward to this little trip. She was taking it simply to prove she could.
She could understand why he'd be insulted, though naturally she could see both sides - being one of the dreaded therapists herself. "I find therapy needs to be a choice. If one is not ready for it, and open to what it can do, it's a waste of time. It's not something you can force on most people, save for extreme cases." And he certainly could be one of those extreme cases, she had no way of telling. Katie didn't work with adults, and she typically at least attempted to refrain from analyzing and picking their brains apart. A large portion of the time, she didn't like adults, and simply couldn't be bothered. "Most would be insulted at being pushed into it. I certainly would. Much better that you work your problems out with some sunshine and relaxation, no?"