Per 
Adileh's office is a spotless cube of tasteful minimalism and pastel hues, the cotton-candy blue of the walls serenely oblivious to the outside world. The design's intended to calm both uncooperative patients and the consciences they unsettle, but in the situation that's overtaken the Site the decor is more frustrating than anything.
Hikari slumps into the plush fabric of the chair opposite Adileh's, letting some of the strain leach from her body into the seat. As she watches Adileh search the filing cabinets that line the back of the room, she asks, "What are you looking for?"
Adileh answers without turning around. "Medication." For a moment, Hikari catches a glimpse of neatly arrayed cartridges in one of the drawers—amnestic inhaler refills?—before the psychologist pulls a slim, foil-wrapped package from the drawer below it.
It's labeled with Safety Orange and the Foundation logo. Whatever's inside is a house special, some absurdly powerful drug so exotic there probably isn't even a classification for it. But then that begs the question: why would she even need something this high-grade?
Adileh sets the package on the table and flips it over, exposing the torn seal and extracting the thing inside. It's not medication at all, rather a sleek gunmetal device that looks like an AI was asked to redesign the mosquito. With deft, prepared motions, she loads it with a phial of something viscous and faintly pink she pulls from another cabinet.
The injector emits a sharp pneumatic hiss as Adileh hands the now-primed device to Hikari, who stares open-mouthed at it. "I- I didn't learn how to use this in med school, can't you just pull the-"
Adileh cuts her off by gently folding Hikari's hand around her own. Her fingers are soft and clammy in Hikari's hand, and even in her grip they twitch and jerk from left to right.
"…Tremors?" Hikari murmurs.
Adileh nods. "Nerve damage from amnestic overdose. It-" She looks away from Hikari, shame darkening her brow. "-they don't work right on me, now."
The mental image of her with the inhaler strapped around her mouth occurs to Hikari again. B-Class amnestics are composed of a selective blend of neurological and endocrine havoc, served with a non-anomalous if advanced sedative; side effects of the active component include arrythmia, vaso and pupodilation, none of which Adileh had. Hikari figures she's not lying about being amnestic-resistant, but surely if she knew that she wouldn't have self-dosed.
So someone else did that to her. And, judging by the bruises jutting out from under Adileh's collar, it wasn't done peacefully.
Hikari must have been staring, because Adileh flinches and fingers the black and blue spot near her neck. "It's nothing. Please. The injector."
"Right, right, I- any vein in particular, or-"
Adileh leans on the table in an arm-wrestler's pose, inner arm turned to face Hikari. "Inside the elbow."
Hikari nods, eyes snapping to a discoloured spot right above where the vein should be. Lining the muzzle up over the pockmark, she takes a breath in to steady herself and then pulls the trigger.
The kickback makes her wince, sharp force driven up into her hand. Adileh lets out a breathy whimper as the needle hits home, and Hikari thinks she can see something in her eyes shift as the drug takes hold.
Withdrawing the injector, Hikari sets it on the table as far from herself as possible, barely suppressing the urge to throw it down. "Are you oka-"
Something pulses behind her eyes and she grunts, milky blackness momentarily blinding her. When she opens her eyes again, it's like she's surfaced from underneath a pool she's been drowning in since this whole catastrophe started.
Adileh smiles weakly at Hikari. "Feel better?"
"I-" Hikari nods, fumbling for words. In the end, all she can really come up with is, "How?"
"I'm a humanoid anomaly specialist. Sometimes patients get uncooperative, so we have to be prepared for certain c-contingencies." A twitch of pain wracks Adileh's shoulders as she talks, but her tone barely wavers in response. "This was j-just for one of the rarer ones. So people around me stay safe, too."
Hikari stares at her numbly. "Is that normal? Do all the psychs keep anomalous drugs in their cabinets?"
"You're thinking psychologist. I'm thinking-" Adileh coughs and shudders. "-psychic."
"No. No, you can't be-" Hikari shakes her head, emitting a desperate rasp of laughter. When she notices there's no hint of humour in Adileh's face, the chuckle dies in her throat. "The Foundation wouldn't employ anomalies, right?" she asks. It's mostly for her own benefit, a desperate confirmation of this axiom of the Foundation. "So then- so then what are you?"
Again, Adileh lowers her eyes, but she doesn't respond for a long while. When her eyes meet Hikari's again, they look like the person behind them was scraped away, negative space where someone should be. "You're right."
"Right… how?"
"The Foundation shouldn't employ anomalies." Adileh straightens up and begins to head for the exit. "So I'll protect you until we find the person behind this. And then you'll kill him, and then you'll kill me."
