Sarah Thompson Dining Hall<br/><br/>Sarah's mind tried to process that, it was serious but they were safe? Sarah didn't feel safe to tell the truth. Looking back, she didn't even remember the trip here. What had happened. Even the court case was a bit fuzzy. Sighing she decided that she wasn't going to eat anything else. She wasn't hungry, she was too anxious and freaked out to. She knew that some people did need help, and she really felt like she was just a waste of space, someone who shouldn't be here.<br/><br/>She perked up slightly though as Cynthia mentioned someone getting her something to sketch with. Looking around she hoped to spot the orderly she had yet to meet.<strong>"What's he look like? Besides nice?</strong>she asked, trying to sound like she was making a joke. She wasn't sure if she'd succeeded or not. She noticed some of the other patients, and worked on avoiding eye contact. One person was enough for Sarah to talk with right now. She didn't want to be surrounded with more perky, or even worse someone with attitude.<strong>"Do you see him?"</strong>