Thea didn't even notice the second guy walk in. There are many likely reasons for this,the most likely being that, after five cups of water, and a high number of dry meat sticks, she'd immediately let her hair fall in front of her face and curled up in a fetal position in a corner of the room, using her gathering bag as a pillow as she slept. The sight must've been pretty odd, but she had fine this in multiple occasions in trees or abandoned animal dens that she could fit into. She'd been traveling for three weeks, only sleeping every three or so days, the majority of that time spent dehydrated or starving. Crayton hadn't let her hunt or look for water alone, and his loud footsteps pretty much scared everything away, except for the few edible roots she'd been able to find. She was pretty fucking sure she deserved a nap.<br/><br/>Judging by the old solar watch on her wrist, it had been less than our since arriving when she was awoken by the sudden dropping of her head, followed quickly by the pain if her skull hitting the floor. She winced, squinting her eyes slightly as she looked to find her backpack in Crayton's tan, beefy hand. In her groggy state, she realized that this was not the way she had fallen asleep. Her bag should've been under her head, propping her up.<br/><br/>"You know, you're much less terrifying when you're sleeping. Actually, you're kind of cute. All small and short and curled up like a mouse." He said, swinging the bag in front of her tauntingly. She gave an almost animal snarl and stood up, reaching for the backpack, only  to have it yanked just out of reach.<br/><br/>"I hate you tall assholes," she muttered, sighing in defeat as he hung her precious bag carelessly over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Feeling's mutual, Mouse. Now hurry up, we've gotta go," he was already halfway out the door, but Thea hesitated with the childish urge to throw a fit, sit in the ground, and refuse to go anywhere. She soon decided against it and ran to catch up with him.<br/><br/>Two minutes later, she had discovered her new favorite room. The smell if weak stew was strong, filling the entire gigantic cafeteria with its aroma, reminding Thea a bit painfully of home. Sure, the bread slices were a bit less stale here, but it was still oddly familiar. Then again, everything else seemed utterly foreign. Lab coats, people going up on their own accord for meals, and the lack of any type if toast to honor the cooks or gatherers who had provided and prepared the ingredients for the meal. No people with dark brown coats and an array of scrap-metal weapons sat telling stories of how'd they gotten which scars from a bad gathering trip, no screaming children with swollen bellies or people with dead-looking faces, as if they were just skins and nothing more.<br/><br/>Thea only realized she'd stopped moving when a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked to find Crayton giving her a bittersweet look of understanding. She'd never stopped to think that maybe he'd come from a home like her own, and had felt the same thing when he'd arrived.<br/><br/>Giving him a joking glare, Thea quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it into a lock position behind his back, sliding off her backpack and shrugging it into her own shoulders in victory. "You shouldn't let your guard down so easily, Crayton," she beamed victoriously as she went to the counter to get a bowl of stew and a slice of bread.<br/><br/>"I'm usually not that worried about Mice." He jabbed back, doing the same before leading her to a table near the front.<br/><br/>"This is Dr. Lucas Amato. Don't bite him, Mouse." He gestured to a black-haired Asian guy sitting rather professionally in his lab coat. He looked surprisingly young, probably only a year or two older than her. She sat down across from him, aware that both of the escorts had left her and another kid at the table. She threw Crayton a final menacing glance, which he returned with a wink over his shoulder, before stepping out if view.<br/><br/>Tired and still a bit emotional, Thea turned her glare to get bowl if soup, opening her bag and taking out the venison she'd 'borrowed earlier, dipping it in the stew and wrapping her bread around it, chewing thoughtfully as she tucked her fingers on the desk.<br/><br/>She put her makeshift sand which down and used a napkin to wipe off get hand and face. "So, are you the head here? Or are you just the one who got the sucky job of showing around the new kids?" She inquiries thoughtfully, picking habitually at her dirty, chipped nails. "I'm Theadora, by the way, though most people entirely refuse to call me that. I typically end up with some stupid nickname or just Thea. I don't really care which."