Shit, she was smart. She knew better. Maybe that was why she was here, the smart ones always thought that they were above the law, above whatever they had done. They justify it, they say that what they did was good - and that's what made them the most difficult to treat.
He looked away when she mentioned the electroshock therapy and he shook his head.
He hadn't known about that when he had been hired and he knew that it went on with his patients behind his back. But he was just a hire, he had to follow their rules and not make a noise or else they'd throw him out.
He knew that the was probably not the light that he wanted to be for his patients, but... he didn't want to be another faceless person.
"Art."
Joe looked up at her as he answered her question.
"My other used to be an artist and so I use art for my patients - at least I used to, there are... restrictions here." He looked away from her, considering his position once again. "Otherwise the only torture you'll get from me is one hour of talking to me every other day."
He blinked when he saw her reaction and he shook his head as she apologised.
"Lambe," he stated. "Joe Lambe. Doctor, or Doctor Lambe. Doctor Joe sounds..."
He shook his head as he looked at her.
"Do you like art?" he asked her.
Perhaps it was too easy for him to ask her that, perhaps he should have gone back to the basic questions. But he had seen an opening and he had wanted to talk to her, to see if he could get her more out of the animosity and anger that she was living in.
It was the least he could do.
He closed the file and he looked at her, not taking notes, not doing anything, just listening.












