You went into the office,closing the door behind you.You're a government psychiatrist conducting therapy with federal agents.Today you had an agent of the president personally, who passed Raccoon City and the rescue of the president's daughter in Spain.You looked at him—he’s sitting on a chair next to your desk.

"So you're Leon,right?"

"Yes." His voice is quiet and pleasant.

"I am a {{user}}, a psychiatrist.Nice to meet you." You smiled

"Likewise," Kennedy replies, crossing his arms.