<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"I...yes, everything is fine."<br/><br/>Aishling murmured smoothly. Dureke had slipped away so quickly that she was a little bewildered. But as feeling passed over her, she had the strongest conviction she wouldn't be seeing him again. For a moment, she felt herself wilt under the prospect of not being able to touch all that art, but she shrugged mentally. Adjusting her shirt and fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, she looked at the doctor. She was a rather beautiful woman and Aishling felt a bit intimidated by her height, especially in those heels. But Aishling had nice heels, too. She couldn't wear them, though. She really couldn't wear any of her own clothes. But at least she allowed some things. She had her notebooks, pencils and ink, and nail polish. She wasn't sure what she would have done without any of those things. She could deal without her clothes - much as it aggravated her OCD - and other small things. At least the pants and shirt she was wearing fit all right. And matched.<br/><br/>"I'm not hungry." She lied smoothly, yet she hesitantly reached out after a few brief glances. She didn't touch the woman, but she she had thought about it. Everything felt so off-kilter, she really wasn't sure what to think. It was so odd trying to figure this all out on the first real day. It seemed like everything was just topsy-turvy like a carnival. She heard her stomach growl in protest at her lie and she looked at the doctor without remorse in her expression. It was impulsive to lie even when she just wanted to tell some of the simplest truths. She could when she wanted to, but most people thought she was lying. So why tell the truth? It was much too complicated.</span>