Lita allowed herself to be quickly ushered across the threshold and watched gratefully as Demi shut the door in the patrolmen's face. Stepping away from the entryway, Lita chanced a furtive glance around the interior. She didn't see anything overt but with the security outside, she had to assume there was surveillance inside as well. But why? What had changed for Demi and her situation between Thanksgiving and now? Did it have anything to do with the Hellhounds? Could Lita even impart the information she had come to discuss without looking suspicious?
"Like the crap social skills of the men in black could bother me," Lita scoffed quietly, trying to keep her face neutral. She dropped her bag to the floor, pulled out Demi's patient file, and sat on the arm of the couch, pretending like she was going over notes.
"The question I have is what the hell they're doing here during one of our appointments," Lita said, continuing the ruse. Her eyes are downcast, intent on the folder, her fingers flipping through the pages. "Can they see us? Or hear us? I don't want to be talking about the intimacies of your medical history for any Tom, Dickhead, or Harry to overhear."
She has so many questions but isn't sure she can ask any of them without revealing her hand to any prying eyes or ears around.