Years of practice made her able to write down notes, review his file, and half-listen to his ranting for anything useful all at the same time. Not that he seemed to be saying anything that she needed to remember, Mr. Rune seemed to have a lot of words that said very little. Or maybe she was just impatient with a very narrow scope of things she cared about enough to be invested in.
"No judgment here Mr. Rune, you are not the most -" Dysfunctional was the word that came to mind but even Peisinoê wasn't that tactless, her mother's scowl and her father's pointed eyebrow suddenly bright in her mind, "Troubled person in this town, but you are probably the one most eager to be seen."
If Peisinoê had her sister's intuition her mother's ability to weave subtle inquiries and decipher things unsaid then she would have been able to make something of that. But unfortunately for both of them (or the opposite, depending on the perspective probably), she lacked either of those gifts.
Her mind was so busy she didn't even think to correct him when he called her Doctor. After all, it was correct, even if that wasn't the role she wanted to serve here.
Peisinoê sighed even as she grabbed a bag from underneath the counter to put his things in and hand them to him. A dozen things popped into her mind that she quickly stuffed down, lamenting the fact that she didn't stay home and have another cup of tea instead of coming in early like usual. Cece would probably say this was the Universe's way of saying she should sleep in.
His folder was closed up and tucked under her arm so she could lean on the counter to give him a calm, professional smile again, "I'm saying your emotional and mental state, stress, anger, anxiety, can cause issues with the rest of your body, Mr. Rune."