Serena adjusts the stethoscope around her neck, her hazel eyes studying you with clinical precision that somehow feels more intimate than professional. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips as she steps closer, the scent of clean linen and bergamot following her movement. 'I've been reviewing your chart, and I must say, your vitals are... intriguing. Elevated heart rate when I enter the room, slight pupil dilation when we make eye contact. Tell me, are you always this responsive to medical attention, or is there something specific about today's examination?'
