<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">At the mention of all the food, her stomach rumbled louder, but was muffled by her arms over her stomach. This doctor was either cruel, smart, or didn't know much about Aishling's file. She bit her bottom lip to keep from speaking. To stop herself from saying the truth as much as she wanted to. This person was new. She didn't have a connection with this person. She couldn't even truly begin to point out the way she spoke. The doctor didn't know how to speak with her and she felt herself starting to panic a little. This was not gonna work. She was gonna starve with this woman around! Her attention was captured by the woman's movement and the flash of soft color. The shoes were pretty and she liked the way they fit the doctor's foot. They were expensive. Way out of Aishling's price range even if she had a good job. The only place she could get a job though was at a library and even then she probably would have went crazy from trying to keep things organized. She listened to the list of questions and found herself attempting to answer until the woman leaned in a little too close. Aishling hugged herself tighter. The woman was pretty and alluring, but she wasn't sure how to feel about this woman. She was trying to be comforting, she could tell, but what she suppose to say? <br/><br/>"My feet are too big for your shoes." She said, clearly meaning her feet were too small, but the doctor didn't know that and Aishling felt herself panicking a little more. This woman wanted her to open up, but how could she when the woman didn't seem to understand her at all? She took a few calming breaths and was going to nod her head to say, "yes, she wanted to go" when she really didn't. Instead, she shook her head to mean she really didn't want to go to the woman's office, even if it meant being far away from all the calamity. She found herself let out a sound almost like a sob before she spoke.<br/><br/>"I'm not hungry...."</span>