<strong>Kiara ~Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>She laughed at the mental image Enzo gave her of the mass of writhing penises. When he said it she stroked the divan she was on once more and sent her own little pulse of power into it. She didn't change anything, just let the chair know that she<em>could</em>if she chose. She wondered what the woman would think about being turned into a writhing, need filled, mass of male appendages. Would it break her mind even further, or would she just take it in stride at this point in the game? No real way to know but the idea was there now in her mind.<br/><br/>When Enzo's phone range she pouted slightly, but it was worth the interruption when he told her what the call was about, "Well damn, that boy just wasn't very clever! What the hell was he thinking? Did he have reason to think this tourist was an agent, or was he just being stupid? If Maria left her there there must not have been any evidence of anything untoward or they'd have both been in that car. Stupid boy, even I'm not crazy enough to cross Maria's lines!"<br/><br/>Shaking her head she hopped off the chair at the sound of someone calling from the outer room. Watching Enzo play was fun, watching him be a real doctor...not so much. Letting him take the lead out she slipped by as he was introducing himself and waved to him as she reached the door, "I'll catch you at home big brother," she promised before slipping out to see what trouble she might be able to find elsewhere.<br/><br/><strong>Jasmine ~Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>Seeing the Doctor come out she smiled softly and entered the clinic itself. If no one had answered she simply would have left, she didn't believe in invading people's privacy. And odd thing for an agent, but true enough. She hadn't been sent to spy on the clinic and so she wouldn't unless it somehow fell under the job. Right now she just needed help for a pounding headache.<br/><br/>And it seemed Maria had kept her word to tell him she might be coming, pausing before replying to him she watched his sister leave and smiled at the interplay between siblings. If she had known what they were talking about, she might not have found it so sweet.<br/><br/>"Please, just call me Jasmine. Despite the stress I'm on vacation and there's no need for formality. I just need a prescription for some Motrin 800's for a migraine. Silly girl that I am I didn't think I'd have enough stress on vacation to trigger a migraine and left my own at home. The regular migraine drugs don't really work for me, but the Motrin takes the edge off enough for me to sleep and sleep is my real curative, " she added the last to explain why she was asking for something so mundane when stronger drugs were on the market. She'd had more then one doctor be suspicious of her request before and had gotten into the habit of explaining it up front.