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This is a nearly empty, metal walled room for interviewing Islanders. It's contents usually consist only of a large metal desk with a padded chair behind it, and a comfortable chair for the interviewee to sit on. The desk is typically covered in files, and the room has odd lighting, soft and almost soothing rather than the harsh flourescents of the majority of the labs.

The guards had showed up at Nita's duplex not long after her meal with Kikue. Remembering all too well her previous experience with the guards (although none of them seemed familiar, they all had the same kind of dim-witted tough-guy look) she went along willingly enough, again wondering why there needed to be quite so many of them.

She stood nervously at the door, trying her hardest to appear calm and composed. What could she have done to attract the doctors' attention? "Um, hello?" she said quietly. "You sent for me," she continued, rather unnecessarily. Nita glanced around the bare room, her sensitive nose wrinkling at the faint antiseptic smell common to such facilities.

Nita's faded brows shot up as she shook the woman's hand. A counseller? Oh joy of joys.

"I see," she said carefully, sitting cross-legged in the chair. She clasped her hands in her lap so as not to fidget. At least the guards were gone. The scent of bamboo caught her attention, but since she had eaten recently it wasn't too difficult to ignore. Although the red panda in her did want to forage... Nita pinched the sensitive skin between her thumb and forefinger to keep her mind on the situation at hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Dr. Frost," Nita responded automatically.

Nita blinked. Getting right to the point, was she? And she doubted the doctor was quite as "stuck" as she was, and probably wasn't turning into an animal, either. No point in beating about the bush, she supposed. Like ripping off a bandaid. For a moment, Nita had the rather amusing mental image of a berry bush covered in bandages.

"Depression runs in the family, so it wasn't totally unexpected. My dad is bi-polar." Nita's mouth twitched. "In any case, it was my senior year of high school. Lots of stress."

"I'm usually okay, as long as I'm medicated. The dosage has changed slightly over the years, of course, and I went to a therapist for a while." Nita shrugged and eyed the folder on the table. "Surely this kind of medical history is in my file..?"

Nita shifted slightly in her seat, unnerved by the doctor's direct stare. Oh, this woman was good.

"I have my ups and downs," she said, which was true. "But as far as I can tell, the Zoloft still works. It probably helps that most of typical stressors aren't here." Nita paused for a moment. This was a perfect segue, even if the various doctors were probably monitering her well enough to know already.

"However, I was only supposed to be here for two months, so I'm almost out."

Ah, so they had noticed. Nita wasn't particularly surprised. She took the bottle, peering through the orange plastic to see the familiar shapes inside.

"Hm, that makes sense," she murmured absently. At least this way she wouldn't go into withdrawal on top of everything else. It had happened before, and Nita had no particular desire to go through it again. "Thank you, doctor. I've gone without my meds before, and it wasn't fun at all."

Nita made a face. She'd never screwed up that badly with her meds, but the anecdote was familiar enough. "That was nice of them, to let you retake it. There are a lot of people who don't seem to realize how much of a problem depression and OCD can really be."

Nita shrugged at the next question. "Okay, I think. I talk to people; and they're mostly friendly enough. I have a girlfriend." A faint tinge of a blush tainted her cheeks.