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Oh my gog, oh my gog, oh my gog... Psykgi couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe this was actually happening.

”Oh my gosh!” She shook the offered hand enthusiastically, her eyes glittering, ”It's such an honor to meet you, Dr. Resmem!” How could the day get any better than this...? How could it possibly get any better than this? She was actually inside Dr. Resmem's office, and she'd been summoned there, no less! And, to top it off, Dr. Resmem had heard about her!

”Oh, yes! Yes, you heard correctly! I am such a fan of the mental processes, oh yes! Psykgi knew she was babbling, but what else could she do when her role model stood before her? Leeroi had Puchen as a hero. Psykgi had this troll, though hero wasn't exactly the right word.

Delighted enthusiasm turned to energetic interest with alarming speed - she'd thought the day couldn't get any better, but apparently... well.. the doctor wanted her to do something. That certainly made things better! She took the picture from Dr. Resmen's hand and looked at it. Blueblood. Very closed off. No outward signs of injury. That he was around her age was surprising – he looked much older.

And she was to talk to him.

She beamed at the doctor, pleased as punch. What else could her answer be? A chance to really go in and connect to a patient? A chance to assist the rehabilitation center with its mission in any capacity? ”Of course!” she said, ”I'd love to!”

Psykgi's mind took a little bit to catch up as she scurried after the amazing and efficient Dr. Resmem, still trying to get around the fact that it was Dr. Resmem and she was talking to her and oh my gog she was actually going to do something official for the rehabilitation center and oh my god it's Dr. Resmem oh my gog.... She realized after a while that she'd never been in this portion of the facility before, such an official looking place. Psykgi tried to reign her enthusiasm in and think. She'd need to be on her game and ready to go. This was her chance!

Again, her body reacted before her mind did, stopping in her tracks to avoid colliding with the SUPER AWESOME blueblood doctor. Huh? What? Wha?! her bloodpusher beat a staccato rhythm as she followed Dr. Resmem into the room. It was more or less what she would expect for someone with proven rebel tendencies. It was stark. It was harsh. And Psykgi had been asked to go in there and get this young male... this Pictet Arrius... to talk. To open up to someone else. To divulge what lay in the twisted recesses of his thinkpan.

She was so excited

As there was no file offered for her to peruse, Psykgi only had her observations to go off of, which she was sure would do her little good if they were all from behind the tinted glass. It was the talking, the in-person interaction, that would do the most. "Thank you!" she said, managing to curb her enthusiasm not to squeal with glee at the sheer, amazing oppurtunity she had, "I think I'll start immediately!"

She entered the room, blinking in the light, smiling and just plain happy to be here. Of course, as the door closed behind her, it occurred to her that she was now in there too, somewhat trapped. But she paid it little heed. She was fine. She would be fine.

"Hello, hello!" she said cheerily, sitting down abruptly in the uncomfortable metal chair. Her beaming face was a direct contrast to his own, "My name is Psykgi." she continued, "How are you doing this fine night?" Not well was the obvious answer, but it was always a good first step!

That's a start! Psykgi thought, smiling at the blueblood. It wasn't the answer to her innocuous question, but it was something of an outburst. Outbursts were good. They revealed. Right now, it revealed surprise - an opening.

"Why, I'm here for you!" she said cheerily, engagingly. "But enough about me! What about you?" she leaned in, "What are you doing here?"

”I want to hear it from you.” she replied engagingly, admitting nothing. She listened sympathetically, nodding understandingly. It sounded like a pretty typical auspice arrangement... that had gone wrong somewhere. That it was the auspicing member that was killed was unusual – normally, when an auspiceship failed in such a catastrophic way, it was the two auspiced parties that were involved. Unless this had really failed... but it didn't sound that way, to hear him talk about the situation – the auspicer was too unknown to have overstepped their role or really irritated either player with their meddling... or were they?

Also, the auspicing troll must have been a higher blood than the blueblood – purple or so – otherwise no one would have cared that much. Or they could have been important in other ways. Or someone's pet – nothing against that, of course. It was all very interesting.

Apparently, though, he was the culprit apparent and they wanted him... rehabilitated. Fascinating.

”Why do they think that?” she asked.

Whether Psykgi believed Pictet or not, whether she thought he did it, was not the question here. It was not her place to judge, but to listen, to tease out, to fix. Whether she was being judged or not had to also be immaterial - she just had to do her best and let the cards fall where they would.

Anyway, to her it sounded like tensions in the quadrant had been building. Perhaps the auspicing troll hadn't been a good match, or wasn't using the right techniques for his pair, or was just too irritating... building, but not at the point where there would have been, likely, blood. Quite possibly, at the end of this relationship, someone would have come to a sticky end anyway. But the tensions weren't there yet, not according to what Psykgi had read on the subject. Of course, he was the one telling the story, but he didn't have much material to lie with at this point.

"You thought he left your hive?" she said quietly. That seemed to be it, but she was giving him a chance to confirm it - to reinforce a sense that she was listening, that she was believing him... to a degree.

She found her curiousity piqued and growing, and she followed it.

"What do you mean, they died 'wierd?'" she asked softly, "What happened?" She stopped herself from using his name - not yet. He didn't trust her enough yet for that to help.

”Walked off the ledge?” she exclaimed, the epitome of surprise. It was too bizarre to be a lie, especially since, theoretically, she could confirm it with relative ease. It was definitely interesting, but Psykgi didn't particularly care about the strange circumstances surrounding the troll's death. Psykgi didn't care about cold hard truth. The mind was a squishy thing, and it was this trolls mind that was the reason she was in here now.

”Why do you think that they think you did something wrong?” she asked him. So far, from what he was saying, he sounded like a typical blueblood. Maybe his own suspicions would give her some insight. ”What do you think happened out there on the ravine? Do you think he really did it – walked off the ledge himself?”

Well that had hit... something. Psykgi was too startled to switch gears from 'intrigued' to 'threatened', and so she was still seated as she watched him be dragged away. She regretted that the meeting had ended so soon. She was sure that he would have calmed down a little and let her in further into his thoughts. She was sure that, with just a bit more coaxing and prodding, he would have spilled his feelings onto the table before them. After all, he wanted her to believe him.

Ah well. She nodded in agreement and returned to the office, her eyes adjusting to the darker space in relief.Staff? But she didn't think on the interesting choice of words for long, because Dr. Resmem had asked for her take on the matter, and all other things simply didn't matter!

"Well." she began, collecting herself and trying to sound at least slightly professional in front of Resmem and not like the super excited girl she was, "I don't have all the facts, so I can't really say if he did it or not, but at the very least, I think that he believes he has nothing to do with it, and that's really what matters here, isn't it? He believes it wasn't his fault, and I think he's afraid that, if nobody believes him, then something else must be true. He's scared of that other truth..." Psykgi frowned slightly, her eyes distant as she analyzed and re-analyzed her time with the blueblood. She had to do this right. "Of course, that only applies if he actually was involved with his auspice's death, and cared enough to regret it. If he didn't care, he might have just been lying." And there was nothing wrong with that sort of survival instinct, if the other troll was important enough for them to care. But he was here which meant that the good doctor and her associates thought there was something amiss in his thinkpan, which meant they had reason to believe he was not just a lying criminal.

"... But if he was... gosh, he should be on the stage. He was very convincing!" she laughed - perhaps a little more nervously than usual. Heck, the yellowblood he mentioned might be involved, too, but gosh, how could she know? She glanced back into the She'd barely had enough time with him to really get a sense of his mental puzzle, much less put it together. Gog, she really wished he hadn't been brought away so abruptly... "... If I saw his file, I could give you a better take on things, more pieces of the puzzle you know?" she asked hopefully.