Lucinda-Living room<br/><br/>Lucinda jumped when she heard the voice. It angered her how he was constantly watching them.  He said her dog was okay, but she wondered at the sincerity of what he was saying. She glared at the speaker and stood up. "You better not hurt him. Or you'll be hurt. And where are my belongings? My clothes? My MP3? My bike?" As she yelled she made her head hurt worse, which pissed her off even more. She glared one more time at the speaker and sat back down, cringing in pain.  She sighed, looked at Jim and held out her hand reluctantly.<br/><br/>"I'll have one if you have one."  She rubbed her head and attempted to blink away the stars that were forming. This whole thing was making her angry, but she wanted the pain to go away. If Jim took it, she'd feel better about it, plus she felt a wave of trustworthiness come from them.<br/><br/>She watched as Jenny walked into the room. She looked like the was in pain herself. She even saw Jim shake his head at her when she went to pick up the glass. This wasn't a first time. Lucinda wondered if she was okay, but her own pain kept her from thinking too much on it.<br/><br/>She looked back at Chizuru as she started speaking to her about the "supervisor" man. As she spoke Lucinda got the feeling of sympathy for the poor girl. She was showing obvious signs of Stockholm syndrome.  After being there for six years, it was probably the easiest way to cope.  She shuddered and hoped that it wouldn't happen to her.<br/><br/>Her stomach growled again when Chiziru brought up food. She nodded. "Yes Please. Some food would be great."<br/><br/>As she was saying this a blur crashed into Chiziru. It was a male, and he was crying and muttering in something that Lucinda could not understand. He went to his knees and she heard Chiziru say something about being burned. "Is he okay?"