<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pHmbaO4.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Millicent Devereaux<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zeke, Misha, Sleyn<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Curiosity satisfied, and yet still piqued, Millie leaped back to the ground with an almost preternatural grace. With almost as much presumption, she continued the conversation where Rin left off. "Well, not to be picky or anything, but we did somehow end up here against our will. You can't fault us for being curious as to why we're here, or where<em>here</em>is. Or what here is. So much to figure out. But I suppose we don't necessarily have to be violent about it." She looked the mouse up and down. She had questions; he had answers. As far as she was concerned that was a match made in heaven.<br/><br/>But then came in yet another strange abductee, or, if her words to be believed, inductee. "Institute? This place is some kind of school? Or is it more like a research lab? Are we lab rats?" The irony of being that while accompanied by Sleyn was not lost on Millicent. "Or is it more like an asylum? I mean I don't<em>think</em>I'm crazy, but that's supposedly one of the tests to see if you are." She was working her way through all the possibilities. No doubt there was some common thread between her and the other... she decided to call the collective we<em>guests</em>for the time being... other guests that linked them together and explained why they were here. Much as having animal ears seemed to link the hosts. Maybe it was a PETA thing. She didn't remember being particularly cruel to any animals lately, but who knows - one steak dinner would be all it took to set those guys off sometimes.