Katie made a face at the mention of Dr. Weller, the expression that of someone who'd just been exposed to a very regrettable stench. "When last I saw Dr. Weller I told him that if he so much as looked at one of my patients I would give him an eye-socket lobotomy with his own severed finger." Needless to say, Katie was quick to support the chair-throwing. Pompous, god-complex horse's arse that Dr. Weller was. Katie was not lying when she said she had very little tolerance for others in her field, and she was not a woman to be pushed. She looked out to the ocean again, and smiled faintly. "I suppose that's not very charming," she added, with a soft chuckle. But along with intolerant, she was not one to mince words.
"Needless to say... I think you made the right decision. A vacation to an active volcano would be preferable to that over-dignified farm animal."