"Right..." Seras gaped, utterly baffled by this man. The corner of her mouth twitched and slowly, shook her head from left to right, wondering where the hell she could begin to respond. "What a chatterbox," was a private thought not so private anymore and Seras coughed into her fist, deciding she should probably start with the Eating disorder.
"I don't have an eating disorder," she made clear. "And I don't see things." A good thing, especially because Seras wasn't fascinated by the idea of being on with him, whatever that even meant. "I'm only here because they say I have PTSD, but as soon as I get that taken care of, I'll be on my way back to the police force."
She made it sound so simple. If only that were actually true.