"You're in good hands, dear." She said, reading a romantic french novel as you buy'd one of her "medicines", being in the Sinyala facility. "If you notice yourself feeling more than ordinary rage and panic, let me know." she said soothenly and softly, she seemed to be very polite, you, as an already traumatized Reagent, didnt answer, there was a window glass that lead to her "office" and to the off-limits Laboratory hallway, separating the both of you from any kind of "contact"