<strong>Miyuki, Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>The touch of the orderly's hand against her shoulder startled Miyuki out of her thoughts. Gentle as the touch was, the woman still flinched away from the contact, shifting uneasily in her seat. Her thoughts were dragged back to that last day of being in that.. that house. Not a home, she had not had a home since.. well, that train of thought was hardly better. To anyone watching, it was only a couple of seconds time between her little reaction to falling back into her normal state. The words being spoken to her registered briefly in her mind, like a distant sound lost over a great distance. Miyuki felt tears spring to her eyes, and tilted her head downwards so that her hair would form a masking curtain until they went away. This place confused her, as did the attention and kindness. She had done nothing to deserve it, yet...<br/><br/>Once she could no longer feel tears upon her cheeks, the woman tilted her head upright and got to her feet. Thoughts of food did not appeal to her, but perhaps eating would make things seem less strange, and she didn't want to make trouble. Disobeying meant punishment, something that she worked hard to avoid. Punishment meant undo attention, after all.