The moment the soft voice began to speak in her mind, she was instantly alarmed. At first she thought it must have been someone speaking to her, and she turned swiftly, left, right, then she turned in her chair to look back. Finding noone, and yet still hearing the alarming, yet soothing, voice in her head, she stood, stepped back away from her chair and stood looking up and around, searching for the source.<br/><br/>Kenzie covered her ears, experimentally, finding that it made no difference. The voice, voices, now, were inside her head. The second one, more unstable, paranoid perhaps. She had never heard voices in her head before. Was this what she had forgotten? Was she considerably more insane that her crimes already assured her she was?<br/><br/>She feared she was in one of her episodes, then, the thought occurring to her that this might be a moment she would not remember in the future. She needed to get away, immediately, she thought, if the voices were going to keep talking, she feared that she might lose her self-control, and then what? She'd only ever attacked men, criminals, she hoped, but then, everyone in the room had done something, not theft, but something, and things more serious, even. Arsonists, murders, would it matter that she was like them if she was going to forget all of this and try to kill someone. The frightening thing was that she was pretty good at it, and she'd very likely succeed.<br/><br/>'Restroom, down the hall, near the entrance,' she thought, she needed to be away from them, and at least she could clear her head, she hoped.<br/><br/>She walked quickly, bare feet making very little noise against the floor, as she made her way away from the group, down the hall and into the restroom. She pushed the door open and walked inside, turning the sinks, and running the water, gathering water in her hands to splash on her face. She did so, three times, and then leant over, hoping that the voices had stopped for good, and that she'd remember this.