Katie laughed softly, remembering the time she'd threatened to shove that rug down the man's throat. That would have served him right, too. "I know a great deal of psychiatric professionals in New York, I don't know that it's all that surprising." Or perhaps Katie was simply the same cynical ice queen she psychiatric community claimed she was back home. Possibly both. Katie didn't believe in concepts like luck or fate - things just happened. Some good, some bad, some strange, but she saw no master plan behind the scenes. Jaded, perhaps, but she had a hard time imagining how anyone with her career or background could see otherwise. No matter how one wrote it off, it was nice to meet someone she had something in common with. It was the very last thing she had expected.
"Perhaps not strange so much as kind," she decided, smiling again. "I'm quite happy to meet the man who gave Weller a run for his money."