Kenzie entered, taking in her surroundings. She had been parolled, thanks to the tracker on her ankle, and the circumstances of her crimes. It had been decided that there were...mitigating factors, in her actions. She knew what she'd done, she'd heard the evidence, even seen video from the last time.<br/><br/>As she walked in, she stepped out of her shoes, and left them behind. Her clothing was colorful, matching the rainbow pattern in her hair. She took a seat front and centre. She stepped up onto it, before turning around and sitting with her legs crossed to face the doctor.<br/><br/>She didn't care to speak first, since she had nothing to say. She didn't remember what she'd done, so, ultimately, she had no idea what her problem was, even if she knew she had one.