Natalie Vega

"Coco….s-sis-sis-sist-tw-tw-twin." Thomas stuttered, wondering if he even used the right word.

"Coco, interesting name." She said, thinking for a moment. "Nope, sorry. I don't think I've seen anyone pass through. She might be eating or in a session?" 

Nope, still not- Wait it worked. You fixed it!

Ah, yes! I knew it just took a bit of a Vega twitching to it. 

Yeah, I am. My name is Hayden. What’s yours?

Smart girl. I'm Natalie, nice to meet you Hayden. I've always liked that name. Has this cool, edgy vibe to it. 

Thomas stood with his back against the wall, staring at the woman. “L-l-look-looking f-for Coco. I-I-I-I’m T-Thomas.”

"....Who's Coco?" Natalie asked, being quiet confused. "Cool, I'm Natalie or Nat. Whatever." She shrugged, it didn't really matter. It would get her attention regardless. 

Put ‘er there, sister. [She sighed as she held up her hand for a high five]

[Natalie chuckled as she brought her hand up to Hayden's much smaller ones.] Already knowing when to detect bullshit, smart. I'm guessing you're a patient?

Thomas stood in the doorway of the woman’s office, staring in at her. He could have sworn that he saw Carter come this way earlier, but he couldn’t be sure. “L-lost.”

Natalie glanced up, and smiled at the man. "No worries, what or who are you looking for...? What's your name?"

Initially, Axel thought it was weird that the screwdriver was kept ocked away, but then he remembered. They were in an asylum. “You don’t look like a member of staff.” He protested, but shrugged his shoulders at her comment. “I suppose you can call it that.” Cold eyes glanced over her being, before deciding that he wouldn’t tell her yet. “Drug overdose. A suicide attempt. I’m a harm to myself- and I guess others now.” Sticking out his arm, he showed her the old and worn red bracelet he wore.

Natalie tilted her head ever so slightly, that's a comment she hadn't heard before. "No? What do I look like then?" She questioned, somewhat intrigued, but then she figured he probably thought she was patient. Her round face shape, plus the doe-eyes never helped reveal her true age. Natalie watched him for a moment, cold eyes meeting his own. Natalie was the walking rule of treat how you wanted to be treated, except when it came to demons. Despite this man having the whole demon like look down, he didn't give off that vibe, nor did he smell strongly of sulfur. She pursed her lips the room was colder than usually, but she pushed the thoughts into the back of her mind. He wasn't a threat...yet. "Wow, that's quite a lot shouldn't you be under constant watch?" She asked.