It wasn’t typical for the ever composed, ever put-together,<a class="postlink" href="https://s26.postimg.io/87fzk83zt/image.jpg">Dr. Avaline Teagan</a>to permit herself to appear even slightly disheveled. Particularly in front of her colleagues. She liked to maintain a certain degree of measured control. Her appearance, and in all other facets of her life, were maintained and held to a certain standard. Ava was undoubtedly meticulous.<br/><br/>Her heels clicked against the polished marble as she swept down the passage, raking fingers through her hair as she attempted to pull it back into a tidy twist at the nape of her neck. Her free hand dipped into the pocket of her lab coat, emerging with an ID badge pinned delicately between two fingers. The indicator light on the door she’d veered toward changed from red to yellow as she tapped it with the card, then pressed her thumb against the small glass pad. The door chimed, the light turned green, and the lock clicked. Ava disappeared behind it, huffing an exasperated sigh.<br/><br/>—-<br/><br/>Given the little time she’d had to prepare, Ava was particularly pleased with herself. The examination table was prepped, her tools selected, sterilized, and awaiting direction; thanks to the mirror that stretched the length of one wall, even her reflection was up to par with her standards. Not that she had anyone to impress.<br/><br/>Her back had been to the door, her attention engrossed on measuring out the golden liquid contained in one of the vials, drawing the plunger of the syringe back to measure the right dosage. The entrance of the subject and his entourage didn't even coax a flinch from her - hands steady as ever.<br/><br/>“Make him comfortable, will you,” She ordered, more than asked, holding  the syringe to the light to check her work.<br/><br/>Satisfied, she placed it on the tray before her, perfectly parallel with two others containing syrups of different colors. Drawing in a breath to clear her head, she turned.Her eyes connected with the subject’s, a cool grin playing in the curl of her lips as though meeting an old friend again after many years.<br/><br/>“All situated?” she asked with a lift of her brows.