"Hmm? Oh thanks alot Ms. Jones." Dylan said in a falsetto-irritated voice but then chuckled a bit and sat back and flipped the file she'd dropped on his lap open to see who it was.  It seemed like it was just a new patient that had just come in, relatively speaking on the third floor. "Damn I hate that floor, but oh well." he sighed and sat back and continued to drink his coffee in an attempt to wake up that morning before he went to tangle with the more hardcore and violent patients.  In another 5 minutes he'd be up and heading for the stairs, he never took the elevator, preferring the exercise of the stairs.