"I am, indeed, a psychiatrist," Jameson answers with a laugh that he tries to hold back because he's not laughing at her, she's just already very endearing. She's ridiculously petite, Jameson physically has to bend his neck to look down at her, but she has an infectious smile and such a positive vibe about her that he imagines it must be difficult to not just constantly be smiling back at her. He doesn't know her much at all yet, obviously, but Jameson has a habit of making attempts to figure people out in first impressions and while it doesn't always work--in fact, they're most often the most false impression he can get--it still at least gives him an idea of what he might expect for the next encounter.

He always prefers it when he meets someone new, when they seem him as just another face, because he's seen what it does to people when they figure out that his family's maybe worth a little more than the average Siren Cove resident. That's when he starts to get people who had been initially uninterested in spending a lot of time with him--and there are the first impressions again--suddenly being incredibly friendly to him the next time they see him walking down the street.

If there's one thing he hates about coming from a family that doesn't want for anything material, it's having to sift through the people who are genuine and those who just want something from him. He doesn't get that sense from Raleigh, she doesn't seem like that kind of person, and he's confident in that assessment because he's seen plenty of people who are.

"I'd offer a free consult but most of the time, people just assume I'm implying there's something wrong with them," he teases with the shrug of a shoulder. "I just think that sometimes, everyone needs a good, objective ear."