(Virgo13)<br/>There was the sound of shuffling next to Winter, someone turning around to observe her. Upon getting a better look at the girl strapped to the table, the person groaned softly, pinching the bridge of her nose in her own reflection of annoyance.<br/><br/>"...Note to self, remind that dunce of standards." She muttered, shaking her head. Winter would find something getting put onto her face, her glasses being replaced. Now she could get a better look at her surroundings, as well as the one taking care of her. Tall, wrapped tight in her white coat and wearing a thick, woolen scarf was an observer of indeterminate years, looking down on Winter with a mix of blank observation and mild sympathy. Her hair was neatly combed back, silky black strands curtaining her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Stay calm. And dont talk too much. Id hate to say it, but the director loves the ones who struggle more."