Laurie only hesitated for a moment over the handshake, deliberating, before she held out her own complacently. She glanced around the office--- her eyes were a very clear blue, very pretty beneath arched honey-blonde brows.
"It's nice to meet you, um, Babs," she said, trying the nickname out. "I just go by Laurie, so... that's cool."
She lowered herself into the chair opposite Dr. Gordon's desk, crossing her legs Indian-style in the seat. She was a thin, slight girl, petite in height, and she was very good at fitting herself into small spaces--- just ask the police report of the incident, which stated that she'd hidden in the crawlspace between walls and managed to slip through a dog-door at one point to get away from her brother.
Laurie waited quietly, politely. She wasn't hostile toward the therapists like some could be, and she was looking at Babs with sort of a dazedly hopeful expression in her eyes. She didn't want to be sick anymore; she wanted to get out of here when she was well and take Tristan with her.