It was clear to Sarah that she wasn't the only one with doubts, even though most had quickly gone and signed the documents left on the table. She had retrieved her own stack, and was now staring at it's contents with a pen in her hand. The reason she was hesitating so much was because she was scared. Sure, she could walk out the door and leave the crazy government secret complex with it's all-seeing overseer behind, but there was nothing out there for her. A delinquent record and mutant powers greatly reduced the chances of a successful normal life. Sarah settled down against the wall, reading the mass of documents in front of her carefully, fully expecting there to be some line signing away her freedom, body and soul to the government. She couldn't help looking for it, she didn't expect anything less from authority. Signing it was inevitable of course, but she wanted to know what rights she would have in this place.<br/><br/>Sarah glanced at Mathew. The clothes the young man wore told her his monetary state wasn't much better than hers, and she figured that it was probably related to his need for a walking cane. Just like her, he seemed reluctant to sign the waiver. Sarah smirked to herself, happy to know that at least one other person was carefully considering things. It meant that maybe she wasn't paranoid and that caution was a rational reaction in a killer version of the Big Brother house, or Sister in this case. She remained silent however, never having been very good with people she just occasionally glanced at him with her red eyes. Sighing, she rubbed the band-aid on her nose. If they worked together, they could protect themselves against whomever had ill intents, but Sarah trusted none of these people yet.<br/><br/><i>"ISIS?"</i>She finally asked out loud.<i>"Can you lie?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>