<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>Miranda was quick to respond, "Sir, yes, sir," but there wasn't any fire or urgency within it.  She just answered without any real thought, a weary voice borne of reflex the same way that she would answer her mother's questions about whether she brushed her teeth.<br/><br/>She looked back over to Amy, and if Miranda could get eye contact for a moment with her, she'd send a mental image of the sergeant picking up the glass of water and eating the glass.  Imagined instead of lived, Miranda didn't have the talent to give a vision that seemed distinct and clear, but anything she sent to people was clearly artificial and sent from her anyway.  She also didn't have the emotional clarity to hide the undertones that she was already getting sick of this place.