[Counseling Suite]
Judy raised a quizzical brow at this outburst, but remained unfazed.
"Calm down, buddy. There's no need to get riled up. If they thought you were dangerous to other people, or slipping at your job, there would be a narc on your case, and I'm not a narc," she explained. "I'm a Counselor. My work comes in when there's a worry about how someone is doing with themselves, or sometimes in relationships. I'm not hunting for the truth like a detective, and I don't look for dirt on people. That's not what I do, and it's not what I want to do. You don't see me snooping around crack dens on the lower promenade with a blacklight, now do you?"
The image Judy had constructed with the last sentence was a clear absurdity. Her gentle wrinkles, manicured fingers, and pearls would look horribly out of place in a crack den.