"I can see that." Clearly this was destined to be one of her more tedious sessions, given that Makiko practically had to coax any kind of a reaction out of him. It was always so much easier with the people who wanted to just talk about themselves, allowing her to pretend to listen as much as she pretended to care about their trivial issues.

She reached out with one hand to open the man's file, flipping through the pages almost idly until she reached the last page. Her other hand brushed lightly against the pocket of her white coat, where she kept a pair of loaded syringes in case they were needed - she could probably make him react in order to keep herself entertained, but...not now.

"Would you care to tell me why you're not fond of doctors?" she inquired, attention still ostensibly fixed on the pages before her. "I'd like to get to know you, Mr. Maeda, if I'm to help you at all."