"Mandatory check in!" Tarn, holding a Red, dialless Rotary phone announces rather cheerfully from behind Providence "I have, Three! questions!"
"Ehem. Have you considered hurting yourself or other in the last week. Have you been taking any and all required medication? And how has your day been!"
The phone, despite not having no face, no dial, its not even ringing, but it has a smug air to it- and thinking about it, how did Tarn even get into the archives, he didn't use the door.
*Providence's head darted up to the voice leaving the elevator, rising from their seat as soon as they saw Tarn...*
*The archivist stepped around their desk as they rose to full height, their face obscured by the vast hall's low light, yet silhouetted, almost halo-like, by the flames billowing from the end of the ponytail they wore. Their size, even from so far away from Tarn, it was evident they were beyond the average height. Well beyond. Taking slow, measured paces in a gradual right-sided arc around the psychologist. Yet their eyes, though mostly obscured, always remained fixed solely on him.*
"You're the psychologist O5 mandated I take it?"