Perhaps Erika should have clarified that they were test subjects, not soldiers, but that would require her to be psychic and she didn't quite reach that level of perception yet. Either way, she only nodded when Julia echoed her own words back at her. It was probably terrible news to receive, and Erika was decent enough to let Julia collect her thoughts on not being able to eat real food every day. That truly was the worst of the news that Erika could deliver...
That was also all she felt like delivering, since Julia asked such a crappy question. Well, with a lazy question like that, Erika didn't feel like filling in any more blanks. She thought for a moment, wondering if she should even grace that question with an answer, but in the end, the detective shrugged. Perhaps now was the time to at least give her a fair warning before she went running out into the unknown, but that would ruin the surprise and fun, wouldn't it?
"The doors will unlock soon. Then you'll be free to go." She left it at that, finally prodding her fork into the slop and hesitantly raising it up to her mouth. She was still feeling ... not full, but content from her meals at Doyleton, but it was best to get to know her dinner for the next week sooner than later. Finally, after some nose wrinkling and a mental promise to never soil her chopsticks with this filth, she put the fork in her mouth.
... Hmm. Tasted like oatmeal. Really stale oatmeal. Perhaps a trip to the kitchen was in order, and she could grab some sugar to make it halfway edible.
O-OH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU FELT THAT WAY.... o////o
That was also all she felt like delivering, since Julia asked such a crappy question. Well, with a lazy question like that, Erika didn't feel like filling in any more blanks. She thought for a moment, wondering if she should even grace that question with an answer, but in the end, the detective shrugged. Perhaps now was the time to at least give her a fair warning before she went running out into the unknown, but that would ruin the surprise and fun, wouldn't it?
"The doors will unlock soon. Then you'll be free to go." She left it at that, finally prodding her fork into the slop and hesitantly raising it up to her mouth. She was still feeling ... not full, but content from her meals at Doyleton, but it was best to get to know her dinner for the next week sooner than later. Finally, after some nose wrinkling and a mental promise to never soil her chopsticks with this filth, she put the fork in her mouth.
... Hmm. Tasted like oatmeal. Really stale oatmeal. Perhaps a trip to the kitchen was in order, and she could grab some sugar to make it halfway edible.