<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br/><br/>Gray heels clicked down the hall, noticing the various disturbances but keeping her distance.  It was a little worrying how quickly so many problems had already begun, but then, sometimes it took a little time and effort to get an organization working like a well-oiled machine.  It was fortunate so far that there hadn't been any major accidents which had caused notable problems, but then, she doubted that several murders would even go reported in a place like this.<br/><br/>One of the doors to the patients hadn't been properly shut yet.  Curious, it meant either that an orderly had chosen to fully enter the room or had forgotten to properly lock the door.  Neither one was a good sign.  Rebecca stepped over to open up one of the double doors, peeking in on the events going on inside.<br/><br/>She gave Durieke a single look of bewilderment, but she wasn't stupid, and it was obvious enough what was going on.  His response was an attempt to quickly settle himself up, to try to hide any evidence and slip away before Rebecca could put two and two together.  "I, um..." he stammered before opening the other door to slip past Rebecca, but her focus shifted over to Aishling.<br/><br/>"Is everything alright?"  Rebecca gave the patient a soft smile, unsure as to just what Aishling thought was happening but sure to find out soon enough.  Rebecca remembered that the girl's roommate had been locked out, but the Watcher would notice soon enough that the problem had been dealt with.  "It's time for breakfast; are you hungry?"  Placing one more step into the room, Rebecca offered her hand, palm up in an invitation for a proper escort.