Of all the mindless nonsense to put their captives through... And that's what they all were: captives. Callisto would accept none of this 'patient' nonsense. She wasn't, for one thing. (Patient, that is.) And if they were being treated for anything it was their own sanity and not the lack of it. Those that ran this house of nonsense seemed to be making it their goal to do the opposite of what the Institution claimed to be doing in the first place. Perhaps it was lucky for them that the former warlord was already lacking in anything resembling a sound mind.

The blond scowled as she was led into the room. Despite all the supplies laid out for their use, there was really very little she cared to do here. One could only paint blood-spattered stick figures with their fingers so long before it became dull. She needed to look for someone who'd provide for amusing conversation.

Then her eyes fell on a familiar red-haired girly-man and her lips curled upward in a sinister sort of smirk. She'd like to sit with that one, she informed her nurse who was all-too-willing to sit her down and be rid of her.

"Well," she greeted once she was situated and the nurse was walking away, "isn't this a pleasant surprise."