"The WhiteCoats do because they...want to know more. When you poke something..." She paused to press a finger on a nearby bush. When she did so, the branch of the bush moved. "...it reacts. The WhiteCoats like this, they want to see what else they can do. For example..." She pressed her hand through the branches and they all moved. "When I do something else to it, it reacts differently. The only problem is that WhiteCoats don't know when to stop." She said breaking a handful of branches off the bush.<br/><br/>She set them down softly and began to walk again. She heard him say her name and couldn't help but smile. Then he asked where they were going to go. Pecca was not too sure herself. She had been leaving a small town via a seldom used road in hopes of finding a place where she could spend the night.  Though Pecca knew not where they were headed she made sure to sound like she did. "We're going somewhere safe. Where we can spend the night and rest peacefully, you may not know how that feels. But it feels nice, you'll enjoy it." She reassured him.