Jarod frowned slightly. Did she think he was checking in as a patient here? He really needed to find out what kind of place this was.

He took out his wallet, carefully holding it so only he could see the plethora of ID cards it held, and finally put down everything he needed to prove that he was Dr. Jarod Russel, a psychiatrist, on the table in front of the woman. "I'm Jarod Russel," he introduced himself less formally. Thinking of what the winged men had said, he added: "I think I may be expected here?"

He was still tense. Usually he did his research before he immersed himself in a role and situation. Not knowing exactly what this place even was required him to step very carefully now.