<strong>Jasmine ~Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>"Enzo it is then," she said with a warm smile as she settled into the chair he had offered her. She listened as he explained about medicines and couldn't say she was surprised. No doubt they had to ship many thing to the island since it wasn't big enough to be entirely self sustaining. It was good to know he was licensed in the US as well, it increased her comfort lever to be dealing with an actual MD and not just someone who had picked up things pell-mell in dealing with the locals all his life.<br/><br/>When he said he needed to do a cursory exam she was prepared and lifted her arm for him to wrap the blood pressure cuff around. She wasn't fighting him in the least but when he mentioned what had happened her heart rate increased, blood pressure shot up, and her head started to pound even harder. She didn't want to think about it, much less talk about it. To be so abused in the middle of her grief!<br/><br/>Sighing she tried to get a grip on herself and managed a couple of deep breaths before talking quietly, "It was...stressful. My equanimity isn't what it should be right now. I came to your island for the solitude, to be alone with my grief - my parents were killed in an accident a few months ago - and to suddenly be accosted with such wild tales..." Sighing she shook her head gently, "I'm afraid Mrs. Xantelli must think me quite the basket case with the way I freaked out. It was simply too much. I wasn't even listening to him halfway through. I just wanted him to stop and leave me alone but he stalked me back to the beach house I'm renting. It was all too much. It set off this migraine and I doubt I could even tell you what he'd been raving about except that my impression was that he was crazy."<br/><br/>When he took the cuff off her arm she pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them and sighing softly, looking very much like the grieving daughter and nothing like the agent Richard had been hoping she was.