"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?”
"Thank you," Talia says, smiling warmly at the compliment. At Phoenix’s question, her gaze returns to the sky, "Maybe they’re worried that the weather might make some patients uneasy or induce an episode in some." She shrugs, "Just a guess."
Phoenix scoffed. “They’re all dumb asses. I think keeping you all cooped up inside will only make it worse.”
Talia snorts, “If I tried that, I’d probably be sedated.” She glances at Phoenix and when she sees her upturned gaze, she turns to the sky. It looked a bit overcast but Talia didn’t mind. She looks back at Phoenix once she speaks again, “Nice to meet you, Dr. Morgan. I’m Talia,” she holds her hand out.
"Talia," Phoenix repeated, admiring the name. "lovely name," she complimented. She took her hand, shaking it. She glanced over slightly as she began walking again, and asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Why do you think the guards are getting all pissy about who goes outside?"
Talia blinks in surprise at how easy the woman got what she wanted. Talia gives her a smirk, “I like a woman with power.” She begins to walk outside alongside the woman. “What’s your name?”
Phoenix smirks, glancing over at her. “What can I say, the people here can get pretty submissive if you look like you know what you’re doing. You just have to glare at them the right way.” She chuckled a little then slipped her hands into her coat pocket, acknowledging the overcast skies. It looked as though it was going to rain, but if her time in the U.K. had taught her nothing, it was that the weather there was a fickle bitch. “I’m Phoenix Morgan.” She recognized the young woman vaguely and thought perhaps she remembered her name, but figured asking to make sure wouldn’t hurt. “And you are?”
"They’re," she paused to point an accusing finger at the guard at the door, "not letting me go outside. I’ve never been restricted from the outside. Ever." She looked the woman over quickly. She seemed to be part of the staff, and looked reasonable. "I just want some air," she adds, for clarification.
Phoenix considered it, looking her over. She seemed fairly sensible, and Phoenix recognized her through some appointments with Dr.Ferrel. “Well, I don’t see why not.” She glanced over the guards with a look of authority that she learned from observing Simon. It seemed to work on the guard, they often seemed far too ignorant to know she was hardly as high in power as they thought. “There won’t be any problem with me escorting this young lady out, will there? Unless there’s a reason she’s not allowed out?” He shook his head and she smiled at her. “Shall we?”