Visual
She stands before him, patiently waiting as he subjects her to an intense visual inspection. His eyes start at the top of her head and slowly make their way down her body. She knows he misses nothing along the way – not the blond hair, not the scrubs and lab coat, not the weight she lost from worrying about whether she'd done the right thing. It's exactly what she expected for their first encounter since leaving his employ. She looks different; he can see that easily. But more than that – she is different. And she knows he can see that too.