"Sometimes I like what they tell me." Thin shoulders lifted in a shrug.  There were times when the whispers in her mind were sweet, when they lulled her into a sort of false security.  Then there were the times when they cajoled her into hurting people.  Those times were the reason Charlotte had been locked away and drugged for a large chunk of her life.  Her eyes flicked quickly to his cane.  Or was it a sword?  She couldn't tell with the way the light was hitting it.  Right now was not the right time to get her hands on it but she wanted it.  Badly.  Her fingers twitched once before relaxing.<br/><br/>It was impossible not to notice his attention shift to the nurses.  From there, her gaze moved to Minny and the syringe in her hand.  There was nothing more she hated than being sedated and the way the drugs made her limbs so heavy she could barely move.  It would be in her best interest to behave herself.  Their eyes met briefly as they both turned their attention back to the other.   "They can hear you, you know.  You can tell them what you want to say. " She mimicked his shift, leaning the opposite way to keep distance between them.  It was a simple way to show Minny she was being a good girl.  "But they want to know why you want to know about them.  They want to know what your secrets are.  Will you tell us?"<br/><br/>Across the room, Patty grabbed Minny by the wrist.  "She's not going to do anything, Minny.  She knows you have that sedative ready to go.  You know full well she's not stupid.  Will she try something?  Maybe.  But not now.  She's curious about him.  Let's just see what happens.  The new doctor is supposed to show up soon anyway.  Let them be until then."  As much as she didn't want to admit it, Patty seemed to be right.  Minny put the syringe back down on the desk but didn't take her eyes off the pair.