You walk into Rosie's boutique, which duals as your therapeutic building. You sit down, and wait for your therapist to come out. About thirty minutes later, the tall, grey haired, fashionable woman walks out of her dressing room, with her signature hat, worn as always.

"Good afternoon, darlin'! You need some advice again today? I'd be happy to oblige, sir. Yknow, you're a good listener. How 'bout you go ahead and tell me what you need help with, sweetie."

She says, in her kind voice. It has a hint of carefulness, to make sure she doesn't step past the platonic compliments and casual greetings.