Greta heard her small voice call out and knew that she was in possession of her natural persona, if it could be called that. The tentative nature of her inquiry led her to understand she was frightened by the storm. That meant that “Jane” could behave in an unpredictable nature, becoming suddenly violent if she felt threatened. She weighed the benefits of the element of surprise against warning her of approach and trying to calm her. She chose the latter, expecting the girl to be on her guard against an approach. Greta called softly to her. “Jane, darling. It’s Dr. Habner. I’ve come to check that you’re alright.” She listened at the door, placing the key into the lock. She slid the window open and saw Jane, her face as near the opening as she could be. Greta assessed her features. Jane was certainly in a charged state. Hearing the clank of the buckles on Jane’s jacket, she knew she had been working her way out of it again. Greta felt for the syringes loaded with sedative and antipsychotic medications in her lab coat pocket for reassurance. She would need all four to subdue these ladies if they were as adrenaline-charged as she had seen them in the past. She estimated it was likely they would be, with the loss of power and the violent storm crashing around the facility.<br/><br/>After managing Jane, Greta would have to steel her nerves to deal with Anne Marie Jenkins in the next cell. She hoped that she could bring the girls together in group, allowing them to mirror their commonalities to one another in the hopes of each girls self-actualization advancing. Often patients could better understand their own pathologies when they saw them in other people. She hoped the girls could provide one another with the breakthroughs they so desperately needed. The repeating cycles of psychosis, sedation and remediation were doing neither girl much good. She sighed and waited for some sign of Jane's current mental status in her response.