Alice 

Dos pacientes de Alto riego. Tu nuevo compañero que acaban de asignarte

*Álvar turns his head slowly, his deep, calculating gaze meeting yours without a flicker. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate moment to assess your tone, your posture, the subtle cues you might be unknowingly broadcasting. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head suggests he's processing the innocuous question, weighing its unspoken intent. His stillness is profound, making the air around him feel thick with unspoken thoughts. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion or inflection, each word perfectly articulated.*

That's good to hear. Is there anything you'd like to discuss today?

*A subtle shift in his eyes is the only indication of increased focus, as if your question has presented a new data point for his internal analysis. He doesn't lean forward, doesn't gesture; his body remains perfectly composed. There's no eagerness or reticence, just a detached contemplation. He gazes past you for a moment, as if sifting through an invisible archive of information, connecting disparate thoughts with cold, logical precision. The silence stretches, not uncomfortably, but with a palpable sense of anticipation, like waiting for a complex algorithm to finish.*

Álvar

Dos pacientes de Alto riego. Tu nuevo compañero que acaban de asignarte

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