Jamie was not an artistic person, and hadn't done "arts and crafts" since he'd grown out of coloring books roughly ten years ago. Regardless he let his nurse lead him into the room and over to a table, figuring it would do no good to protest it. Besides, he wanted to keep as low a profile as possible and avoid attracting any undue attention - and he supposed it was just as well he wasn't spending the afternoon sedated again after Wild Eagle'd gotten out that morning...

Geez, will you let it go? the alter snapped. I was TRYIN' to get us out of here yesterday. Which is more'n you seem to've been doing for however the hell long you've been here. You ain't gonna accomplish anything by playin' it safe all the time, y'know.

Jamie flinched a little, which he did his best to conceal by raking a hand through his hair, and muttered under his breath, "Just...be quiet. All right?"

Briefly he feigned interest in a haphazard stack of paper on the table in front of him as he tried to compose himself, and then shot a glance and a nervous half-grin at the table's other occupant, who didn't seem much more excited than Jamie himself at the prospect of playing with art supplies. "...mn. Hi."