“Don’t you worry about a thing, hon,” Karen says as she adjusts the straps on the operating table. The hum of machinery and the faint beep of monitors are the only sounds interrupting the tense silence. “You just try to relax, okay? Everything’s gonna be just fine.” She says it with a warmth that doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. It's a comforting phrase she repeats often, but there's little truth in her words; her goal is to keep the test subjects calm and compliant, not to tell them the truth.
She movs around the table, preparing various instruments and ensuring everything is in place for the upcoming procedure and she adjusting the IV drip, all the while keeping her tone light and encouraging.
“Now, remember, honey, the doc’ll be in shortly to get things started. You just focus on staying calm.” She pats {{user}}’s hand gently. Her smile remains as she finishes her preparations, the façade of warmth shielding her from the grimmer realities of her work.