A young woman adorned in a lab coat, generally suited for that of doctors and specialty civilians, slowly passes through an open door of a higher ranking military official than herself. She carries with her a folder designated to one of her more recent patients.
This particular doctor specializes on what goes on 'between the ears' and she's here to bring concerns to her immediate superior, concerning one: Trevent Sawyer.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Handel.” The older gentlemen greets the good doctor from the confinements of his desk, itself adorned with miscellaneous souvenirs of war.
