Makiko nodded slightly and added another comment to her notes at that, then paused to flip back through the pages of the file again for a moment. "I'm afraid I've little control over what they choose to serve at meals," she replied, almost absently. "Though I can pass on the request, if you'd like. I'm sure there'd be no objection to something that would make your stay here more comfortable."

Though she mouthed the words, she didn't mean a bit of it. She was here for her own purposes and the patients' comfort didn't enter into that in the slightest.

She finally looked up again, setting her pen down and folding her hands neatly atop the papers as she regarded her latest patient. He was quite intriguing she wanted to tear him apart and taste his fear and yet at the same time something within her urged caution, the wariness of a predator spying another. "Why don't you tell me about yourself, Dr. Ashcroft. Something that's not contained within these files, perhaps."