Dr Vaughn's Room

"Yes, of course! Excellent," Dr. Vaughn said, then quickly made her way down the corridor, the sound of her high heels echoing off the walls.
"Right this way," she said when they were almost there, then opened the door to her office, holding it open for Luna to step in. Dr. Vaughn's office held just the essentials: her black desk, a black and white rug, an extensive bookshelf, and two black chairs. A small glass dolphin statue stood on one side of her desk, and a slightly larger statue of a penguin stood on the other, both gifts from her older brother. She didn't quite cherish them, but they were the only thing that reminded her of her family.
Instead of sitting at her desk, Dr. Vaughn sat in one of the chairs in front of it, gesturing for Luna to sit next to her. She found that it was easier to connect with people if they were sitting on the same side of the table.

Luna paused at the door, before sighing and walking the rest of the way in. She remained standing as Dr. Vaughn seated herself, only moving reluctantly when she gestured for her to sit as well.
She lowered herself gracefully into the chair, sitting with her knees demurely together. Her arms, however, lolled over the sides, giving an impression of negligence and boredom. Luna looked around the room slowly, taking in the books on the case as well as the two statues on the desk, which she thought didn't quite go with the rest of the decor. Gifts, she surmised, as by the look of the woman her taste wouldn't have permitted her to have them in the room otherwise.
Luna didn't miss the doctor's tactics as she seated herself in one of the chairs in front of the desk rather than behind it, but had to give her credit for it.
She's making an effort to connect, Luna thought, amused at the obviousness of the manipulative ploy. A nice try, but I can still see the badge hanging around your neck, Doctor.
She smiled rather grimly at Dr. Vaughn, and crossed her legs, leaning back in her chair.
"Lovely colour scheme, Doctor." Luna commented blandly, "Did you choose it yourself?"

"Yes I did," Dr. Vaughn retorted at Luna's comment in a bland manner.
Truth be told, Dr. Vaughn didn't care for colors, her office could have been yellow and orange and it she wouldn't have given it any more attention. Crossing her arms over her chest and smiling slightly, she rested her gaze on Luna in an nonchalant way. "Well, I guess we can start with the basic questions, as boring as they may be...tell me about you."
Dr. Vaughn didn't particulary sound professional half the time, because in reality, she barely knew how to sound professional. She had tried to establish power over her patients various amounts of times, but it just didn't work. Force didn't do anything but turn people against you.

Luna's lips twisted into a sort of smile as Dr. Vaughn talked, and she leaned back, settling into her chair more comfortably.
"Well, Doctor. That wasn't a question, but I won't insult you by pretending to misunderstand." Her smile broadened, and she closed her eyes briefly, steepling her fingers together under her chin. "Let me see...Where should I start?" She regarded Dr. Vaughn intensely for a moment. "Well, I had a mother, a father, and eventually a step-father and a half-brother. I was an intelligent, if slightly odd, child. Somewhere between there and here things went wrong." Luna paused for a moment, seemingly lost in memory. When she started speaking again, her tone was still flat, sounding slightly bored. "I was admitted to my first institute aged fifteen. Approximately five years later, I was removed temporarily to a prison for the criminally insane, because I attacked and almost killed four members of staff before attempting to escape. Four months ago, I was transferred here. As far as I am aware, doctors have been unable to complete a diagnosis of my condition." The last part came out with a slight sneer. Then she blinked, and seemed to refocus on Dr. Vaughn. "But of course, you already knew most of that."
Luna sat back, watching the doctor with mild interest. She knew from past experience that at first most doctors were confused, or even encouraged by her seeming openness. Of course, they had all realised, eventually. And tried every trick in the book to crack her.
It would be interesting to see which method this one used. Perhaps she would even succeed.
Stranger things have happened.