<em>~Mila, tour and tea~</em><br/><br/>Mila didn't say anything back to David when he remarked about room service, but she did smile softly.  His sentiment echoed some of her own thoughts.  As they moved into the mud room, she noticed that the others mostly seemed content with everything they were being told by Cathy.  Nicci looked downright chipper, and Mila wondered if perhaps what would make this experiment fail for her wasn't the interpersonal relationships but rather the locale.<br/><br/>She bent over, pulling on galoshes, of all things, and went went outdoors with the others.  She just wasn't an outside sort of a person, although she knew that most of the others were.  She wondered if that meant that she wouldn't fit in well, and hoped it didn't; there were other ways to bond.  She didn't have to go running in cold weather with the girls to establish closeness with them.<br/><br/>Her mind had started to wander, but she was quickly brought back into the moment when she heard the man, Jaime, mention tending the sheep.  The sheep?  What on earth?  It was as if she'd stepped into the Twilight Zone, or another century.  This was leaps and bounds from the life she was used to, her solitary life in her little apartment.  Groceries from the store that was walking distance.  Internet access, and... well, and no sheep.<br/><br/>They went back indoors, and Mila found that as delicious as things looked, she didn't have much of an appetite.  Cathy chattered on about first aid now, mentioning Nicci's expertise in it, and Mila found that she felt wholly inadequate around the other woman.  She ran, she cooked, she baked, she did first aid, she was a model, she ate and still had a lovely figure.  How could any one person be so perfect, able to do anything and everything?  And how was she ever going to measure up?  She wasn't sure she could.<br/><br/>Like Bo, she passed on the cookies and coffee.  When Bo asked about the feelings of the tasks that had been assigned, she was grateful to discover that she wasn't alone in feeling very overwhelmed by the tour they'd been given.  Mari also didn't feel ready, although she seemed excited about the chores.  She realized that it was very likely that she was the only one in the room that was completely unsuited to life on a Scottish isle.  The others seemed to embrace the challenges of living here, but Mila was plagued with uncertainty.  For the first time since she'd stepped foot on the island, she gave serious thought to throwing in the flag and admitting defeat.  If they'd had David in the wings, surely they had someone else, too, who could replace her.  Someone who was warm and friendly like Mari or Superwoman like Nicci.  Someone who would mesh better with the group because she knew how to cook and loved the outdoors.<br/><br/>At Nicci's words of encouragement, Mila smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, of course.  It will take teamwork to keep this place afloat, it seems."  She didn't share any of her feelings, instead giving herself a silent pep talk.<em>Chin up, Mila.  You're a survivor.  You made it through your entire family disowning you, and you can make it through this.  Don't let a little hard work defeat you!</em>It wasn't working.  Aloud, she said, "I kind of wish they'd picked the Bahamas for this experiment right now."