Arsa took note on how the hallway was a bit more cozy than her room that they locked her up in. The rug had a more homey look as each stitch was done perfectly , and formed some nice shape. She took one step out of the door way to find herself observing the walls, the floor, and the voices. This was new to her. So new that it slightly scared her. Her luscious brown fox tail swayed back and forth in anticipation. This was going to be better than that stupid lab. She promised herself. Taking the stairs two at a time, as if she just couldnâ€™t wait to see who else was stuck in the â€¦well place.<br/><br/>The scent of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fruit wafted through her nose.<span style="font-style: italic"> If that ainâ€™t a welcoming sign then I donâ€™t know what is? </span>She thought as she reached the final step of the stairs. At last reaching some room that most likely was the equivalent to a foir of some sort. She passed through the foir and entered the kitchen. Which was littered with people. Or at least more people than she has ever seen in a long while. She heaved in a long breath. Trying to pull herself together. "Can I even talk." She thought. Just the fact that it had been a long time since she even thought of using it. Made her just a little worried that she had forgotten how. The lab, and that scientist made her feel as if speaking would do her no good. Therefor, she had stopped speaking altogether. " Ummâ€¦." She sighed , and tried to speak again. " Hiâ€¦.good mourning," She struggled with words as if she just couldnâ€™t make out the sounds. She heaved another sigh. This could indefinitely be problematic.