[ Of all the suggestions, he suggests the one that leaves her even paler than before (which shouldn't seem possible). Flashes of the asylum dance through her mind, and her pulse quickens. Her smile is gone, though she doesn't respond immediately, not wanting to seem too reactive. ]
It seems an extreme measure. What sort of doctor are you? ...An alienist?
[ She should have asked him to specify sooner. A mental doctor is...quite another thing entirely, and Vanessa is now hesitant to play the role she so eagerly offered. Oh, she can lie... She doesn't like it, but she can. To lie about being mad? Possessed? It strikes too many nerves; they are all on fire. Instinctively, she has recoiled, now a few steps back and watching him with a careful eye. ]
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It seems an extreme measure. What sort of doctor are you? ...An alienist?
[ She should have asked him to specify sooner. A mental doctor is...quite another thing entirely, and Vanessa is now hesitant to play the role she so eagerly offered. Oh, she can lie... She doesn't like it, but she can. To lie about being mad? Possessed? It strikes too many nerves; they are all on fire. Instinctively, she has recoiled, now a few steps back and watching him with a careful eye. ]