Penelope listens. Penelope watches, gaze lingering on anyone who looks obviously supernatural or superheroic.
Penelope is one of the last people to introduce herself. The purple circles beneath her red eyes speak of a lack of sleep or frequent crying.
"Penelope Maddox," she mumbles. Her voice grows a bit firmer, though it only serves to make her hoarseness evident: "Therapist. Specializing in analytical psychology and psychoanalysis." A history of hiding her changeling abilities keeps her silent on her supernatural powers.
She swallows, then takes a deep breath in. She makes eye-contact with someone in the crowd. (Eye contact as a sign of confidence.) "When I have...oriented myself, I would welcome anyone to come speak to me in a professional capacity."
From her blank expression and the deadness of her gaze, it's obvious she's not ready to treat anyone yet.
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Penelope is one of the last people to introduce herself. The purple circles beneath her red eyes speak of a lack of sleep or frequent crying.
"Penelope Maddox," she mumbles. Her voice grows a bit firmer, though it only serves to make her hoarseness evident: "Therapist. Specializing in analytical psychology and psychoanalysis." A history of hiding her changeling abilities keeps her silent on her supernatural powers.
She swallows, then takes a deep breath in. She makes eye-contact with someone in the crowd. (Eye contact as a sign of confidence.) "When I have...oriented myself, I would welcome anyone to come speak to me in a professional capacity."
From her blank expression and the deadness of her gaze, it's obvious she's not ready to treat anyone yet.