Noah shook his head, a friendly smile playing on his lips.<br/><br/>"Not at all. I like to watch them too." He replied as they finally arrived at the greenhouse. He pulled open the door, gesturing for her to go in first. He would follow after her and take a seat at a small table in the corner, placing his notepad and pen on the table. He clicked the pen 3 times, before laying it down gently on the edge of the pad.<br/><br/>The greenhouse proved to be quite humid. He loosened his tie slightly, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt before looking down at the paper and then back up to Amelia.<br/><br/>"So, tell me. What do you like to do?" He asked, trying to start off casual. He assumed she wasn't used to speaking her mind, it would be something he'd have to lead up to. After he'd hopefully gain her trust. The man often found with patients like this, it helped if he spoke about himself too. Make it feel more like a conversation rather than an interrogation.<br/><br/>Knowing the notepad probably looked daunting, he added. "Don't worry about this. It's just for me to keep track of sessions. Everything we speak of is completely private and won't leave this greenhouse." His voice was confident, strong.