The doctor sat down, sliding across the couch to a comfortable distance to Brigit.  He folded his hands in the dim light, the murky reflection of the obscured sun on the lake giving a shine to his teeth.  He began to speak deliberately and soothingly, doing his best to project an aura of calm and sanity.  Which was, of course, difficult, with his bloody foot and other stains on his coat.<br/><br/>"I have no idea how long the power will be out, it could just be a fuse, or one of the powerlines to the asylum might have gotten knocked out.  I thought we had an emergency backup generator, but no one seems to have gotten to it yet."  Gunther said briefly, almost to himself as his eyes trailed over Brigit's body.  "I'd like to talk about what you're being treated for, and if I can do anything to help you."  He offered, unconsciously sliding just a bit closer to the girl as he did so.