"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Rune, I am Peisinoê van der Zee. " Peisinoê rather liked the formality of things, of names and distinctions. Categorizing, labeling things and people were habitual for her. She used the regulated social structure to lean on when her lack of inherent social intuition would have made her stumble.
Peisinoê greatly preferred her formulas.
That didn't stop her practiced, elegant posture as she lead him down the hall towards the nearest examination room. The lights flipped on and she stashed her purse in a cabinet before locking it securely. "That's me, I mostly just sit around and look pretty." Here was her best anodyne voice, cheerful and pleasant if a bit vapid.
Rune's insults didn't stop her from being professional, patting the examination table with a pleasant hum, spinning in the same motion to grab a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope. She was rather used to being doubted, that didn't stop it from getting to her all the time - but here it phased her less. This was the one area where she was confident and knew where she stood.
But she still had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes, "Sure. They're all hacks. That's why you are already dead, because they failed to take care of you." She pointed out, in that same, cheerful voice that had clicked into place the moment she was in the building.
"Does it hurt more when you walk, Mr. Rune?" Keen ears heard someone else coming in the front door, a tired greeting of good morning echoing down the hallway. Peisinoê shut the door to the examination room for privacy reasons before pausing, opening it again, "Carol, could you grab me Mr. Rune's file please?" Before she could respond back to the confused woman she shut the door again.