Relina was surprised to see the young man instead of one of the haughty doctors but she didn't show it. She could smell and sense his unease. She watched him come slowly nearer, his red hair intrigued her. She looked down at the tray with the food on it and her ears flicked back for a moment before standing up again. She didn't feel like eating. Mentally she really wasn't feeling well. She sighed and pointed to the table that still held the food that had last been brought in for her. She had moved the table over into the corner. It was cold and metal, like everything in the room except the mattress and blankets. She hated it. When he went to put the tray down she looked back out the window and said in her soft, silky voice, "Please tell them I still want to go outside... I need fresh air. This room is making me sick. Not that they will care... but please tell them anyway."