<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, don't worry, hun," she said with a smile.  "I'll stay right here.  I'm not going anywhere."  She took a few more steps into the room, calling forth her cell phone into her hand from her purse with a deft flourish.  "I'm hungry, though, so I'm going to get some food brought in.  I know you're not hungry, but I'll have something brought in, just in case you change your mind."<br/><br/>She sent out a few texts as she walked in, moving over to Piper's desk to spin her chair around, so that when she went to Aishling's desk and swung the chair at an angle to have herself a seat, the two were symmetrical.  As she did so, however, she got a look at her shoes.  "Hmm...you're right.  They don't mesh very well with the tiles of the floor, do they?"  It seemed to bother her a little but she said nothing about it for the time being.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for one of the orderlies to come in, handing Rebecca a tray and glancing to Aishling.  "Just leave it on her bed," Rebecca told him.  "She said she's not hungry yet, but she might be later."  Whether by Rebecca's instruction or the orderly's foreknowledge, everything on the tray was perfectly symmetrical, even requiring leaving out two drinks to make the various foodstuffs match up in a pattern.<br/><br/>As the orderly left without a word, Rebecca stayed silent, giving the girl a little space and allowing her to make the next move.