Gina could only laugh, a soft, melodic giggle, as the lights dimmed and went out completely. Carefully and with years of practice she leaned in and took the straw into her mouth then jammed it deeper into the box so that the bent part was secured into the hole. Now that she carry it about she took a sip and switched to sitting next to Micheal. Her new friend seemed to be afraid of the dark and she hated for him to be scared. She nestled herself against his side in a gesture of reassurance but from the perspective of an outside eye, who could ever really tell what she was up to. Behind them someone was beginning to have a fit. It started with the soft sounds of limbs smacking against tables and chairs as they began to spasm and climaxed in his panicked wails and moans. They were the sort of sounds you weren't supposed to hear from a man's lips, the type of noises that make normal people feel uneasy but you get used to them quick in a place like this. There was a type of contentness rising in Gina, the feeling one gets when they are confident in having purpose. She felt accomplishment just being there, just being surrounded by the dark and the twisted. In her broken mind she was they're savior, the bringer of forgiveness and redemption for the twisted and the broken.... thus she welcomed the dark with the glee of a child playing doctor.