Maya had an inkling suspicion that her escort wouldn't allow her to speak with the friendlier escorts, so that avenue was closed to her, as well as...
—She looked up. "Mr...." A pause as she thought of the proper name; while he'd introduced himself as 'Creeper Extraordinaire,' he'd also given her his name, which was what she imagined he wanted to be called rather than the unfortunate but amusing epithet he'd given himself. "...Threepwood.
"We are mental asylum patients, after all," she said, in response to the comment. Putting aside her little project—she didn't like to be tinkering with distractions while she was engaged in conversation—she continued, "As well as experiments for the military that handles us at the moment. Can you make a boiled egg dangerous, Mr. Threepwood?" The last was said with a grin, cloaking her exasperation at the asylum. Abilities and strengths indeed.
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—She looked up. "Mr...." A pause as she thought of the proper name; while he'd introduced himself as 'Creeper Extraordinaire,' he'd also given her his name, which was what she imagined he wanted to be called rather than the unfortunate but amusing epithet he'd given himself. "...Threepwood.
"We are mental asylum patients, after all," she said, in response to the comment. Putting aside her little project—she didn't like to be tinkering with distractions while she was engaged in conversation—she continued, "As well as experiments for the military that handles us at the moment. Can you make a boiled egg dangerous, Mr. Threepwood?" The last was said with a grin, cloaking her exasperation at the asylum. Abilities and strengths indeed.