But I’ll carry on,
‘Cause I don’t know how else to be.
I will stay here with you ‘til
You’ve had your fill of me.
-The Suitcase Song, Sam and Ruby
"And why not give the tour yourself?" he suggested as he leaned against his hand. "I’m sure the patients would have no problem following you around."
Phoenix rolled her eyes, biting her tongue lightly. “That’s the exact reason I wouldn’t want to give the tour.” She gave a cocky smirk, then added, “And I wouldn’t be getting paid any extra for it, so I really don’t see why I should.” She shrugged in a way that said she had no plans to. “But if they simply refuse to give you a tour, I might just have to myself, won’t I.”
Talia whispers back in a heated and rushed voice, “You’re telling me! I mean, I think I should be here until I can finally control my power and won’t hurt anybody again. But we don’t deserve torture or crazy doctors.” Talia pauses and looks Phoenix over, “Are you..a super?”
Phoenix scoffed and nodded in agreement. “Exactly. It’s a load of bullshit if you ask me.” She shook her head again.” ‘xcuse my French.” When the question was posed she looked over at the girl with a raised eyebrow, looking almost offended by the question. Slowly, her mouth curled into a small twisted smirk that confirmed her curiosity. “Why no, of course not. What an absurd notion. Frankly, I’m a little offended.” Her tone was opposite of her words, almost playful.
Linc frowned before glancing down at his attire. The fabric still swallowed him whole and you could see a bit of his chest, though he had stitched and tied what he could in the mean time. “I could be wearing a clever disguise.” he mused and raised his eyebrows at her."And i have been given a tour, twice. Though not by people of authority. They all seem to be too busy to offer any assistance." he places his arms behind his head and sighs. "You should probably talk to your superiors about that. It’s a wonder anything gets done around here."
Phoenix rolled her eyes at the notion of him wearing a disguise. It was ridiculous how clever this man thought he was, but slightly endearing as well. “Oh, believe me, I have. And they’ve done nothing about it. So I’m assuming it really can’t be helped.” Phoenix shrugs, not really caring about patients learning their way around. If she had her way, they wouldn’t be there long enough to need to. “If you can rally up a couple of newbies like yourself, I’m sure I could get a guard to give you a proper one. I have quite the influence on them.”
"I’m taking in account, the places and people." he answered matter of fact. He knew that that didn’t technically answer her question, but then again, he didn’t really have a real explanation for his exploration. "A patient? Now what gave you that idea?" He grinned playfully and leaned back into the chair.
Phoenix snickered. “Weren’t you given a tour? Patient or staff, you’re supposed to know this stuff.” She leans forward, locking her fingers together and propping her elbows on the desktop. She rested her chin on her hands, and said with a striking tone of authority, “Which brings me to why I know you’re a patient. You haven’t been given a tour, you aren’t familiar with me, and,” she looked over him slowly and added, “well, your uniform gives it away.”
Talia snorts, laughing. “Yeah, exactly. Because what could go wrong keeping a bunch of crazy people in close proximities?”
"I swear, they get dumber each passing day," She rolls her eyes before adding in a serious tone. "I don’t think you guys belong in there. I mean, some do, but the supers don’t." Her voice was hushed despite there not being anyone near them.
Lincoln smiled at the woman and leaned on his hand. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of learning your name, Dr.-” he looks at the name plaque on the front of her desk and smiles. “Morgan.”
Phoenix rolled her eyes as he smoothly looked at the name card that sat on her desk, and said, “Well, it’s a good thing you have now. Lincoln, can I ask what’s prompted this visit? I’m assuming you’re a patient, of course. Is there any reason you’ve found your way into my office after hours?”
"You have wonderful taste." he commented again on the room as he seated himself across from her. He laughed quietly at her question. "I have a gift for getting into places without using practical means…" When she didn’t react, he let his hand sink through the arm rest of the chair. "Material Phasing is what I believe they labeled it." he removed his arm and let it rest back on top of the chair.
Phoenix simply smirked, replying, “I figured that after the ‘gift’ metaphor. Cool power. I’d prefer it if you didn’t use it to sneak into my office though.”
Lincoln walked around the room freely with his hands behind his back; nodding at several things as he passed them. “I like this space.” he complimented to no one in particular. Linc finally turned to the woman and smiled while giving her a slight bow. “My apologies my lady. I wasn’t aware that anyone was in the room.” He walked closer to her and held out his hand. “My name is Lincoln.”
Phoenix cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at his hand then back to him. “Thank you, I decorated it myself,” She sniped, taking his hand carefully and shaking it. She moved her hand back and questioned, “How’d you get in here? I didn’t hear the door open, plus the little matter of it being locked. I shouldn’t be suspicious of you, should I?”
Phoenix was working late, as usual. She hadn’t yet gotten around to gathering her things to leave, but instead still poured over a paper she was writing for Dr.Ferrel. She was in the middle of it, when she noticed something enter the room. However, she never heard either of the doors open. She looked over, expecting to see the doctor, or perhaps a patient who had wandered in, but instead was greeted with someone much… smaller.
She tilted her head, looking down at the planner on her desk to see what the schedule looked like. No one was scheduled for an appointment this late. She glanced back over at him and asked accusingly, “Can I help you?”