<strong>Wiebke Koch, Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>Wiebke Koch stepped into the dining hall, scanning the tables through her glasses. The hall was mostly empty, so it didn’t take her long to locate Cynthia Peregris. She was sitting with another patient, who, after a moment of recollection, she recognized as Sarah Thompson. The two were engaging in a little social activity, with Sarah drawing. As much as the interaction was healthy, Cynthia was in need of an assessment.<br/><br/>She clicked across the hall to the table they were sitting at, Cynthia’s files tucked neatly under her arm.<br/><br/>“<em>Guten Tag</em>, Cynthia,” she greeted after a polite clearing of her throat. “I see that you are getting along well with Sarah today.”<br/><br/>She leaned over the table to further examine Sarah’s sketching. It looked like she was in the middle of a rough portrait of Cynthia.<br/><br/>“Always nice to see a creative outlet,” she praised.<br/>