"My diagnosis..." She breathed, shooting Ariel a kind look. "PTSD. Chronic nightmares, hallucinations..." Harley nodded. She had to make it seem worse than it probably was.
"Clearly this girl is delusional. Unfit to stand trial and testify." She finished up her evaluation. She wouldn't make Ariel sit there for hours for a true psych evaluation. Especially not with Steve and James sitting there.
Finally, Harley rolled the last paper out of the arm. She signed it, faked a notorized stamp and date, then set the stack in front of Steve.
"There. Done." With a glance at all three of them, Harley slipped on her shoes and began to pack her things.