She should have been uncomfortable, but the room was pretty uneventful. Nothing really caught her eye or distracted her, so she looked at him or down at herself. She blinked at his question and she shook her head lightly. She could not remember her age. She had celebrated her fifteenth birthday before Nana died but she lost track of time. The doctors told her she was living there, alone, for a little over two years but she did not seem to understand time anymore. She understood breakfast, snack, lunch, dinner and bedtime, but months and years seemed to evade her. Why did he ask such a hard question.<br/><br/>“…I ate ‘n’ buried Nana… Took care of my friends,” she replied to his question of why she was in the asylum. The girl looked confused, but the confusion instantly faded as his hand went over her hair and to her lips. Affectionately, she would slide hr tongue out to gently lick his fingertips, keeping her dark eyes on the can of tuna. It was attention and petting so she saw nothing strange about it. He was petting her more than the other doctor. She liked him.<br/>