Lunch he'd spent alone in his office repairing his busted drawer as best he was able. Leaving it broken was out of the question. Not only were there nurses that might poke into his business, but there was also the one who had already snooped. He certainly wasn't going to leave things to chance.

"That should do," he nodded as he pushed the drawer back in, satisfied by how cleanly it returned to position. He didn't have the proper items with him to secure the drawer once again (not that wouldn't leave him a fresh corpse come morning at least), so he'd need to fix that tomorrow. For now, he hoped that Mr. Matsumoto would not give him a reason to need his usual methods. As the oldest of his patients, he was hoping for at least a civilized conversation.

He took his seat behind the desk, waited patiently for the knock, then called for admittance as per his usual.

So there would be two patients passing through this door this morning? Nothing Dr. Disraeli couldn't handle, but it did seem a bit odd for such an establishment to require double booking. Were they short on staff, or perhaps Dr. Landel just wanted to see how he, most likely they, would cope. Jizabel certainly would have done the same had he held the position of power here. Making underlings earn their pay was only half the fun. Unfortunately, being one of those underlings (for now) left no room for Dr. Disraeli to argue. He'd just have to deal with Misters Federline and Chen both before being allowed his break – an adult and a teenager should not be too difficult.

Though both their files had made mentions of fire and brimstone explosions.

Speaking of, it looked as though something had tried to explode in his left hand drawer. Closer inspection proved that it had instead been forced open from the outside. Far better than an explosive mishap resulting from an incorrectly labeled toxin he may have tossed in there before leaving. He knew he would not have been that careless.

But who had forced the drawer open? A colleague perhaps? Oh, but that would have been a bold move after only the first day. Of course, having seeing Professor Washu's lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t beyond speculating as to certain things. That the drawer had been pushed back was another point of consideration. Someone didn't want to get in trouble and had tried to hide their snooping. A spiteful co-worker would have preferred to decimate the office as a far clearer statement of contempt. Or that was at the very least how messages were conveyed in Delilah. No blood on the floor in this instance either. Pity.

He'd have to sort out a culprit later; the knock on the door indicated it was time to begin. Again calling for entrance - nothing in either patients' files had warranted a greeting at the door - he readied himself for another busy day.

Lunch had proved entertaining enough what with fellow doctors standing on tables, but now Jizabel was back at his desk, thoughts focusing on his next patient who was moments away from entering. He'd been able to give the patient file for this one a good looking over even with the Lunch-time interruption and was quite excited for meeting Sean Malloy. Jizabel was sure the young man would be entertaining even if he proved less inclined to conversation than "Cloud". Conversation was, after all, not the only way to spark an interest in someone.

"I've not even seen him, yet I'm already considering adding him to my collection," Jizabel mused to himself, once again tapping his spectacles on the tabletop. He would have to restrain himself around this boy. A Doctor attacking a patient and ripping out his eyes would not bode terribly well.

And then came the expected knocking at his door. Glasses going back to his face, he decided to be a little unorthodox this time and rose to open the door himself. He couldn't help himself.

Maggie was alone by the time she got to the staff area, but it didn't bother her much. Aside from the lunch she packed, her hands were busy carrying her patient files- since the last meeting didn't go exactly as planned, it would most likely be to her benefit to review the notes a while longer. It was a bit work-a-holic of her, but that image never stopped her before.

After getting everything situated and in a cohesive order, she took to munching quietly on some chips and reading along. The lives these people made up... Either they were seriously creative, obsessed, or unfortunately under the influence of some horrible traumas.

Adjusting to having his own office was something of a new experience for Jizabel. He was more used to house calls or being given a room at the residence he was staying at, a much more personal approach to the profession. This, however, was a bit more official. His own office set alongside those of the other doctors, his "colleagues" for the time being, arranged to his specifications without the slightest flaw-- nothing from his own experiences could even compare. But really, he didn’t need to compare at all. He had realized the differences of this place from the moment he’d entered and could be reminded of them with just a glance up from his desk.

An environment that was already nicely controlled-- he supposed any could be given the right standards, but it was strange that he wasn’t the one pulling the strings this time. Nothing to set up or keep tabs on for once. Perhaps that was the reason why he was just a little anxious for these therapy sessions to begin; these patients were not ones he had chosen himself.

Absentmindedly tapping the edge of his glasses on the desktop, he waited for the first of his patients to be shown in, mulling over just what personality type he wanted for this setting. The goal of these first meetings was to appear friendly, maybe earn some bits of trust if these patients would be willing to give some, yet still come across as a caring, professional individual that wanted to help. His portrayal of Dr. Allen was too casual for this, and Dr. Hathaway a little too suspicious. Meetings were going to be separated though, and he hadn’t taken any false names here, so he did have the option to deal in a case-by-case manner. That thought left a trace smirk on his lips. He rather doubted any of his assigned patients would care for how he acted anyway, but it never hurt to feign consideration.

Not when it was all just an act.

A knock at the door drew his attention away from his thoughts. That would be the first then. Skye Smith. Frosting himself over with a welcoming air and a pleasant smile, he set his glasses neatly in place and called for them to enter.