Sitting in the grey walled room, Arya felt anxious rubbing her hands together. She sat on the white stool chair from across the large white wooden table. The room was a small square with three solid white walls and one wall had a rectangle mirror embedded within it, denoting that it was a two-way glass, whereby, on the inside, Arya could see her reflection and anyone standing outside the room, could see her as well through the glass.
Gordon stood on the other side, alongside a modulator who sat controlling the thermostats, lights and any mic modulations, tempering the conditions within the room.
The wide door to the room opened up, which was opposite to where Arya sat.
An old doctor, perhaps in his late fifties, walked inside the room. His bulging belly converging out of his white la
