<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Alena - Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>"It's impolite to stare."<br/><br/>Alena said, adjusting the hem of her suit jacket as her plate was handed to her by a cook. She smiled at the man with barely any warmth as she turned to the woman sitting there and playing with her food. It was pretty obviously that this girl was a curious woman and couldn't keep her attentions to herself. She was a pretty little thing, as the good doctor recalled from her file. She was Patient 13 named Sarah Thompson. She was a strange one - but then again, this was an asylum. It wasn't like anything was actually normal here. Heels clicking against the smooth floor, Alena decided to sit with the young woman. Orderlies remained in the room and looked over the pair. She gave them a small wave to let them know that she was fine but that they should stay in range in case the patient became violent or too touchy feeling for her liking. Setting down her plate and crossing her legs in her chair, Alena looked over the young girl. The way her suit and blouse was designed allowed some of her cleavage to show but not enough to be terribly scandalous and from the girl's profile, it felt like it could be in Alena's interest to entice the pretty little thing. It could be a game.<br/><br/>"Let me introduce myself. I am Alena Mon'Lector, the Co-director of the Rosanam Sanitarium. No need to introduce yourself as I already know who you are. Patient number thirteen, Sarah Thompson. It's a pleasure to meet someone like yourself."<br/><br/>Her tone sounded professional and yet suggestive in nature. There was a little flare of an accent in her pronunciations that hinted at Russian. Her eyes were exploratory, taking in the girl's appearance, wandering eyes, and way she ate her food. It was all very interesting. She wondered how many more patients she would be meeting today. It would be good to make sure that they understood who was in charge and who they could turn to. She wasn't as charming as Alex when she was in a mood like she was now, but at least she did have her cleverness. Smiling secretively, she lightly touched the girl's wrist as if to correct her posture though her hand lingered a little longer than was necessary.<br/><br/>"You should eat your food, Sarah. It might get cold while you play with it and we don't tolerate starving patients. We want you healthy, after all."<br/><br/>Moving her hand back, she took her fork and knife and cut into her french toast, the butter running down the edges of the bread as she cut it. She took a small piece and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly, almost making a show of eating. With a little satisfied sigh, she looked at Sarah with a light smile.<br/><br/>"I must say, this is rather good."</span>