"Then please conduct a mental assessment on Sabrina Johnson," the prosecutor said respectfully to Alexandria.
"Alright!" Alexandria replied. He stood up, took a gold pocket watch from his pocket, and walked over to Sabrina Johnson. A court clerk brought him a chair, and he sat down in front of her. The two were separated by a black iron railing.
He smiled. When he wasn't smiling, he looked very serious and imposing. But with a smile, he became much more amiable, like a kind old grandfather.
"Hello, my name is Alexandria."
When Alexandria spoke to Sabrina Johnson, he sounded like a grandfather addressing his granddaughter, his voice full of affection.
However, Sabrina Johnson didn't see it that way. She was extremely wary, staring fiercely at Alexandria, her lips pressed tightly together in a clear attempt at non-violent non-cooperation.
