[ The cast of the doctor's gaze is more than enough to change Prior's approach. His attitude turns cold, his body rigid. Icy eyes drift away from the accused receptionist and follow Feinald. Billy doesn't much care for the American accent, but it's not entirely unpleasant out of this guy's mouth. ]
Your research must keep you very busy, doctor...
[ Pure pleasantry. As far as Prior's concerned, the problem with ineffectual staff can almost always be traced back to a disconnected management. But then, he's not here to offer his opinion, is he? ]
Think nothing of it.
[ A pause. ] Can you tell me what I'm to expect? Just questions, or are there tests as well?
[The attitude is clear, but at least Prior's response wasn't an angry tirade. Though, Clyde reflects, reserved patients can be a challenge unto themselves. He's not sure which he'd prefer, given the choice.]
We'll be starting with questions today. Nothing too complicated.
[The room is that minty shade of hospital green, furnished with a table and chairs in lieu of the stereotypical couch, with a window looking out across the facility's lawn. Clyde shuts the door and pulls out one of the chairs for Prior, seating himself across from him and adjusting his posture so that he can jot notes on his clipboard without having them within Prior's view.]
So. [The flip of a page, his dark eyes darting over the typewritten text.] How about we begin by talking about your symptoms? When did you first notice that you were having difficulty speaking?
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Your research must keep you very busy, doctor...
[ Pure pleasantry. As far as Prior's concerned, the problem with ineffectual staff can almost always be traced back to a disconnected management. But then, he's not here to offer his opinion, is he? ]
Think nothing of it.
[ A pause. ] Can you tell me what I'm to expect? Just questions, or are there tests as well?
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We'll be starting with questions today. Nothing too complicated.
[The room is that minty shade of hospital green, furnished with a table and chairs in lieu of the stereotypical couch, with a window looking out across the facility's lawn. Clyde shuts the door and pulls out one of the chairs for Prior, seating himself across from him and adjusting his posture so that he can jot notes on his clipboard without having them within Prior's view.]
So. [The flip of a page, his dark eyes darting over the typewritten text.] How about we begin by talking about your symptoms? When did you first notice that you were having difficulty speaking?