Pistol clenched her jaw as she glanced at the view from the wonderful level of 120, the level of where her private practice was located, where her marvelous office sat with bright lights and green live plants. To her dismay, the lobby seats were not so lively. They all sat empty, desolate, quiet, and ignored for what seemed like the third time this week. This wasn't common for Pistol Garret, Herbal Practitioner, but it had, however, become quite a trend for some time.

Her brown eyes scanned the room and suddenly she furrowed her brow and huffed, annoyed to a degree that made her skin crawl. She turned away from the window dropping her crossed arms to see the curved desk where one of her secretaries worked on paperwork paying no mind to the annoyance written all over Pistol's face. She slowly walked over to the desk and leaned on it, her mind racing with how damaging this all was to her. She looked down at the woman finding that she had realized her boss' precense and contorted her face to show confusion.

"Have you seen the time?" Pistol said in a tone that was calm and riddled with disbelief. "I'm telling you I know exactly what the problem is." She glanced at her wrist and pushed away the white coat to check the time in case she was just being paranoid, but it was right on. Half past eleven, one of the most busiest times for her business.

"It's the other office," She said slitting her eyes at the woman while gesturing her right hand at the ceiling as if he were right there. "Doctor Henning." She finished, leaning on the palm of her hand knowing it was very unprofessional for her to be standing there wallowing in her grief, if one would so call it that when she was more fond of the word stressed.

Pistol hadn't been in Cloud City long, but long enough to gain a name for herself with the elderly in the city, as well as those who enjoyed keeping up with their health in a practical, less complicated way. Herbal medicine, which was a rarity these days with the wonderful world of technology. But she was quick to learn a lesson in business...that it was just that business. It was all due to the continuing popularity of the man "upstairs", level 115 to be exact, and her business had seemingly been depleating, although she wasn't willing to admit her old ways of medicine were a thing of the past. Never underestimate the power of denial her father always preached and here she was in so deep that it made her head spin.

"Doctor Barton Henning." Even his name sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She sighed out and shook her head trying to understand that she was either paranoid and taking the slump badly or she was dead on and that her medical practice was in the drain.