<strong>Amelia Lightfoot, Processing Facility</strong><br/><br/>Amelia had not sat down, there had been no need to do it, she remained standing, after all she still had manners and had not been asked to sit. A slight almost imperceptible smile passed over her soft lips as she watched some of the women suffer pain. This was a most interesting and amusing place.<br/><br/>The woman that was giving the lecture was the most amusing of them all, she was trying so hard to pull authority and bring fear into the already frightened. Yes she was an interesting creature though, Amelia wondered if she was perhaps not trying to make up for something very lacking in her own life. Still the killer was not a psychologist, so did not delve too deeply into these thoughts as the speech continued. Instead she wondered which way would be most appropriate to kill this one, should the chance arise of course…<br/><br/>Thus when it was suggested she might sit Amelia did, she sat in a most demure and refined manner, after all even in prison one must not let standards slip, that would be a crime…<br/><br/>The girl took her drink and her food and half watched the video that had been left for them…the religious centre and of course the library interested Amelia. She also considered that she might be of help in the medical area. Still there was so much to achieve here before she left.<br/><br/>As always Amelia was quiet, polite and just too calm. By now half the inmates and guards had suffered most creative and artistic deaths in her mind. These would improve once she got to know them. The girl hummed to herself in a most delightful manner. Of course it was not really loud enough to upset anyone around her.