It didn't take long for Phaedra to grow more disgruntled though she concealed it well beneath her cool exterior. It began with the white haired woman who was late, something Phaedra considered the worst of manners, and seemed to be treating this as singles mixer with her red lipstick and her winking at the men. Pathetic. And then the hoyden just carelessly dropped her wrapper on the floor and Phaedra's irritation grew until it was difficult not to go over there and pick it up and give the woman a piece of her mind. But the arsonist had finished her brief tale and others were starting to chime in so Phaedra merely sat and listened, fidgeting a bit with the cuff of her jacket, the only external sign of her displeasure at first.<br/><br/>Phaedra's full lips pursed tighter and tighter as the stories began to unfold and she began to realize exactly how crazy the people she'd been thrown in with were. Everything from vandals to murderers, all thrown together like this, without a sign of security. What were they thinking? Not only did she have nothing in common with these people, she could be in danger if one of them flipped out here. She certainly wasn't about to disclose the humiliating details of her...incident...to these freaks but she had to say something to comply with the doctor. She cleared her throat softly again.<br/><br/>"There is not much to say, really, about my circumstance," she began, glancing around the room as if to engage her fellow patients but without actually making eye contact with any of them. "It was a misunderstanding over a personal matter. I readily accept responsibility for my poor judgment but it was hardly a criminal matter of a nature that would warrant all this. Nevertheless, I am willing to comply with whatever the courts might require in order to be able to get back to my life."<br/>