Sarah arrived in the room shortly after Detrius. She nodded to him and the doctor as she glanced around the room, trying to get a feel for what was going to happen here. She had been lucky enough to be released from jail. Her crime, while bad, didn't appear to make her dangerous, at least not like some of the others she had heard about. So she was released and allowed to live in her apartment again with the condition that she wear a tracking anklet and that she go to these meetings.<br/><br/>She moved to a chair roughly halfway between the doctor and Demetrius and eased down into it, smoothing down her black skirt. She brushed her bangs out of her face, and looked back and forther between the two of them, not willing to be the first person to break the silence. She wanted, no craved, a cigarette which was odd because until the gallery had burned down she'd never smoked before. She sighed softly and waited for the other arrivals.