It was perhaps an inauspicious start that Phaedra arrived for the first session in a foul mood, having not allowed herself to get on line after lunch, knowing how easily she lost track of time and that it would be disastrous to be late. But given that she was still on administrative leave and under house arrest until such time her formal psychological evaluation was filed, there had been little to do with each hour that passed but grow restless and more resentful at how her life had been interrupted all over a simple misunderstanding.<br/><br/>She entered the reading room, her stride crisp and efficient, dressed in a modest grey suit and low heeled pumps and her dark hair sleeked back in a perfect ponytail with not so much as a hair out of place. She paused as she saw the people who had already assembled, feeling something that was akin to fear but that might have been excitement.<br/><br/>"Good evening all," she said politely, her liquid brown eyes falling on the doctor whom she recognized from an internet search done the day before. "I'm Phaedra Leitner, do I need to check in or something?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply she moved swiftly to the nearest empty chair, having no desire to stand in the middle of the floor and be the center of attention. As she settled herself she couldn't help but muse how much Shadowplay would simply love this. Meeting in some anachronistic old library of all things, surrounded by people she knew to be deviants, all under the guidance of a doctor so old fashioned she still believed there was something to be learned from being face to face that you couldn't get from a virtual session. It was too ridiculous really and would be right up shadowplay's alley...if she were real, of course.<br/><br/>Phaedra cleared her throat lightly and crossed her legs, anxious for things to begin so she could get it over with.<br/>