...Quite a bad time. But a bad time is a good time, no?
*the doors clicked, and the middle-aged Walter was the one to greet her first, along with his master Ha Na; that hair, although still black, had a sheen of red, and along with those crazed, bright eyes it was a stark reminder of who she was related to*
*she was also still wearing surgical gloves; and a good deal of blood was on her fingertips* It is tea time, yes. Why don't we take it to my office? Walter?
*he held his hands out to ask to hold Dee's visitor items for her, and a worker excused herself to get out, eyeing Dee suspiciously*
...No, she's not here for the program. *which earned a relieved face from the woman before she left* Follow me, dear.