His sights descended momentarily when the material on his arms smoothly crumpled under the girl's fingertips. He had zero intention of offering hugs, let alone to a patient he'd just met, so he warily unfolded the delicate grip from his shirt and pulled up another chair from nearby.

"Who's that?" He muttered, shifting himself in the cheap seat. Aware his harsh gaze was probably a bit too rough for the likes of a baffled teenager, he rolled his eyes and tried begrudgingly to soften his stare on her.

Interrogation tactics? No use here.