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[jink]

Morning, ladies, gentlemen, those who aren't.

[In slacks and a plain shirt, Samantha is Ms. Wilson today, having foregone the goggles and wings that characterize her alter-ego, the Falcon, which is a name nobody besides herself (and occasionally Rogers, to humor her) (Romanoff also, for a different take on humor) actually makes use of. She props her elbows on the podium and flashes a smile.]

This question's partly professional. I work at the VA counseling center, so booze and weird spycraft is off-limits.

What makes self-disclosure easier for you? Of personal problems, especially?

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[punchbeams]

Accepting it as a necessary first step to getting my life together. But how to get to that point is as big a problem, I'm sure you'd know better than me.

[jink]

Actually, you're probably gonna find that you're a bigger expert in your life than I am, [Sam replies, nodding at the man with the weird indoors glasses.] And a lot of counseling is based on that fact. But we do try to play an active role.

What do you mean by 'accepting it?' And sorry, [she snaps her fingers.] What's your name?

[punchbeams]

For people to accept the necessity of self-disclosure, in general, you would know better than me how that can be a problem.

[ Great, a pedant. He doesn't seem to mean it in any other way than clarification, though; he's not an expressive guy and the truly amazing early 2000s shades don't help. ]

I'm Scott. A civilian problem-haver who's heard enough times that acknowledging you have a problem is the first step to fixing it.

[jink]

I misunderstood. Got it. [Easy enough for Sam to admit she's wrong.

Her smile isn't about that. There's nothing mocking about it though. Her best friends have attitude problems and problems keeping abreast of social trends.] What was special about the person you ended up acknowledge your problem to?

[punchbeams]

[ His voice could not be dryer. ]

It was like he could read my mind.

[ Then in a more normal tone of voice: ] Not a practical suggestion, sure. But the perceived ability and willingness to understand must count for something with the troubled.

[ How smoothly and how deliberately he's separated himself from "the troubled." And, since she asked him... ]

What's your name?

[jink]

[Sam's mouth is a wry twist, but legitimately thoughtful. She acknowledges Scott's practical suggestions with a nod. Despite her range of recent experiences, she's never met anybody who could literally read minds, so.

Option number two makes sense.] Samantha Wilson. You can call me Sam. Civilian or no, I appreciate the input. A lot of our problem-having boys and women like to ignore that advice too.