"Manual locks are cake," Daphne replied with a grin. "As long as you've got something sorta decent to use as a pick. It's the electronic ones that get tricky. Especially when they go for biometrics." She grimaced. She'd only run up against a genetic lock once, but that once had been aggravating enough. That she half-wished she'd never gotten past it in the first place didn't really help.

"Maybe." She knew she sounded as doubtful as she felt. It would take a whole lot of self-delusion to be around people who routinely got attacked by some sort of monsters day in and day out without even noticing there was something wrong. She guessed maybe the nurses could have been brainwashed, too, but it felt like a stretch. "So, what're they like at night? Or do they all get sent home before anything happens?"