[Evelyn, who is familiar with what psychiatrists do but not altogether confident in whether or not they accomplish the purpose of their studies*, is hesitant for all manner of reason: not least of which is the fact that she has been trained to avoid emotional confrontations unless in a secluded space, with very specific people.

One doesn't just confess deep, dark secrets to strangers.

*In all fairness, Evelyn's experience with psychiatrists is limited to psychological articles from the late 1920s and conversations with Hannibal Lecter, who, as all parties know, is a horrible human being and cannibalistic serial murderer.]

Thank you, ah- tea would be...would be lovely,

[she adds politely, stepping inside and examining the room's interior.]

I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in psychiatric practises, this is very new to me.