Zeus jumped at the sound of a voice, a female voice the only. He let out a soft breath before turning towards the direction of the voice this was also when he noticed a girl that he hadn't seen before well at least other than when they had been in the group meeting and had to stand in that circle. It took him a couple moments before remembering what she did. "Did you have any prior knowledge of your new profession before coming here? I mean the brain and the way people function isn't something you can just learn overnight." The girl commented which made Zeus roll his eyes at her just before crossing his toned arms across his chest protectively. "Right I'll keep that in mind if I need help with my job." He stopped for a couple seconds, collecting his thoughts, and attempting to slow down his racing heart. "To be honest, I have no experience with being a Psychologist, but I have had experience with listening to people. It can't be too hard from what I have heard all it sounds like is just listening to people and helping them through the pains in their life. I have to listen, and to be honest I am pretty damn good at listening to people." He replied and slowly leaned against the wall. He thought for a moment, so this Death/Suicide Counselor is trying to tell him how to do his job? "If you’re the girl to go to if I need help with my job then why aren't you a Psychologist here? I mean you must not be that good at it if that wasn't, right?" He asked the question out loud that had been pestering him for after she had said something to him. He could feel his hands getting sweaty, was that rude? Had he just hurt her feelings? He hadn't thought about it, but it was the truth. That was what was on his mind, and by accident it kind of just slipped out… Oh dear he really hoped she wouldn't cry because then he really would feel bad about what he said.
"Like, Dissociative Identity Disorder is the correct term for having split personalities, and that they're still studies on it because it still isn't completely known. Did you know that most patients that have it were abused as kids or had some traumatic trauma in their life? Do you even know how to console such people with an array of disorders?" Zeus began to rub his sweaty hands together as he thought of what to say to that. "No of course not, I used to work at a Pizza Hut. If anyone had split personalities it was that woman who would come in every day, and would tell me how nice I was just before screaming at how terrible the service was." He told her simply, closing his eyes momentarily as a thought had popped into his head. "Have you ever worked with a Dissociative Identity Disorder?" Questioned Zeus. His memory of all that technical jibber-jabber was amazing that he could even remember that. "I doubt it because I don't think you are that far into your career." He retorted.
"Want to know my experience? My experience is taking care of a poor little mentally disabled girl on the weekends when I visit my cousins. She is just the sweetest little thing, and guess what I have worked around that. People aren't too nice to her about it, and I talk to her about it. I comfort her because that is what cousins do. Family does that for each other. When my mother is having men problems I talk to her about it no matter how much I hate her guts." He hissed, suddenly frustrated with this girl. "Paranoia, my boss obviously has it. He wants us to lock the freezer and all the cabinets before we even lock up the store for the day. Why? I have no idea, maybe because she is afraid that someone might steal frozen pizzas if they were to break in." Letting out a long breath he rubbed his eyes out of frustration. "Look I'm really sorry for my tone or if I’m being mean, but you’re questioning me things that I don’t really have the answer to. Questions about my job that I just got today pretty much. Plus I just walked up here, and you didn’t even learn my name. ” He told her with a small smile that cracked and showed up after a little while.
”Anyways, I may not be perfect with other's and not know all these weird fancy terms, but I'm open to listening to people. I am here to take away a painful memory from other's and make them feel better by discussing with them what is bothering them the most. I can at least try, and before then I don't want some woman to try to help me out with a job that I don't even know if I need help with it or not yet." He mumbled in a slightly apologetic tone. Now the guilt was taking over, maybe he was being harsh on the girl, but he wasn't sure yet. Surly he would find out soon, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to make any rivals yet. Especially with the females, the same gender that haunts him every day from his horrific experiences.