The woman is one Meredith has seen around before, one of the many island residents that's lingered for some indefinite period of time; she never remembers when most people show up, only that they eventually become part of the landscape, recognizable but unknown. This one, though, well, she's pretty hard to miss.

"I can," she says, "absolutely. You don't need an appointment. It's... usually pretty quiet around here." Getting up from her seat, she finds a pen and clipboard as she speaks, pinning a fresh intake sheet under the clip, then heads for one of the clinic beds. She prefers the privacy of the one furthest from the door, since this place is low on walls. "I'm Dr. Grey. Why don't you come over here with me?"