<span style="font-weight: bold">The Office of Dr. Julien Summerfield:</span><br/><br/>From her place on the rooftop, peering in through the skylight, making sure to present the smallest target possible should she be spotted, Jess observed the Lurker's reaction. She had to admit, the backflip followed by landing precisely on both feet was a nice move, maybe he enjoyed parkour or free-running? Those were two activites she'd become addicted to using and were, almost more than anything else, the main reason she spent so much time on rooftops and in high places. Well, that and Lurkers seemed to operate mainly at street-level, mixing with potential victims- keep to the rooftops and you reduced your chances of running into one significantly. Enough daydreaming about favoured hobbies, focus on the Lurker! Not a promising reaction. Briefly dazed, but still very much awake and alert- a Lurker with above-average power. The indifference to injury after intial shock suggested the wounds were beginning to heal already- resilient. Strong, fast, with good reflexes, the list was adding up to dangerous so far. The final observation was the jewel in the crown though: Intelligent. He already had presence of mind enough to look for his attacker, to use psychiatrist as a front suggested expertise in mind games and manipulation, not good at all. In a stand-up fight Jess placed the odds presently at fifty-fifty, there was a reasonable chance of either of them winning through. There was another factor to account for however; the patient in the doctor's 'care'.<br/><br/>Jess glanced towards the feline female. Her aura had flared when the shots Jess fired had mit their mark. Warm colours- either an Angel or a civilian with an exceptional sensitivity towards the heavenly side of things supernatural. She still seemed out of it; either not enough of a boost or she was playing possum, so no opportunity to gauge her powers yet. Jess turned her attention back to the Lurker as his voice broke the silence.<br/><br/>“Remarkable moves you have there, sniper,” he dubbed the attacker. Sweeping the room with his keen eyes, “if you wanted an appointment you could’ve just asked my PA.” Jess kept silent, watching, observing. He didn't seem to be able to sense her. That was good, that was why the Nephilim were being deployed after all; their unique heritage made them a lot harder to detect than any Angel or Lurker, the perfect covert operatives in the present environment. For the moment- in that regard at least- she had an advantage. She kept her eyes on Julien and his patient as he walked through the room, sweeping it with a keen gaze, before pausing  in front of an impressive looking mirror, rubbing one of his wounds and then licking his fingers afterwards. Resourceful. With that mirror he could keep the entire room in his field of vision and a taste of the wound would help him figure out the nature of his opponent. The heavy silence which fell after his last prounouncement heightened the tension inherent in this uneasy stand-off. He was Jess knew, attempting to test the nerve, the resolve of his opponent. Most people, when faced with a prolonged silence in similar circumstances would feel the need to either respond to the last sentence the doctor had spoken, by word or action. By keeping silent for the moment, Jess let him know he wasn't dealing with an individual of sporadic resolve. He' have to work harder to draw her out.<br/><br/>He continued to have his back turned to the rest of his domain. Including the desk, exit door, and Carly who still lay there unconscious on the chair.  He was almost behaving like a panther, hiding out and waiting for his prey to turn up. “If you have anything to say, say it now or forever hold your peace…,” Julien continued to face the mirror. The eyes within the reflection burning like the devil's own.<br/><br/>“…because I have plans for this girl now that I know what she is. And quite frankly… you just got in the way.”<br/><br/>Jess drew in a breath at the last pronouncements. Now he was upping the stakes; bringing the girl into it. He knew- with the mention of his plans for the girl- she'd have to respond to keep him from taking further action, was deliberately trying to draw her into a battle of wits. As much as any strategy was risky at this point, she'd have to play along for now; better a war of words than a full-fledged battle with an innocent caught in the crossfire. Who knew, perhaps she'd be able to learn something about her opponent too? Choosing her words carefully, Jess called out her response to Julien.<br/><br/>"But where's the fun in appointments Dr. Summerfield?" she enquired, careful to keep her tone light despite the gravity of the situation, "surely you can handle a walk-in now and then? Makes for variety- spice of life that is, don'cha know? You like my moves that much, maybe we can hit the gym together sometime? Plans you say- care to share? Or are you going to stress client confidentiality? 'Cause doctor, doctor, have to say, you've not been treating your client too well so far. Pretty sure an invasive mental examination, against the client's own will violates the Hippocratic Oath and the law for practitioners generally. You've heard of the Hippocratic Oath yes? Or did you take the Hypocritic Oath instead?" With the last question Jess fell silent, waiting to see what sort of response her questions would yield.