An ambiguous, delicate-appearing female sat in the midst of the secured bedding. Her eyes were unfilled; unfeeling. The television's static in the background set the atmosphere, as the heated room kept her from further wasting away. As she remained within the bedding, a thought came to her mind; a thought of familiarity. This demonstrated that the welcoming-nature of The Sanctuary had lifted her spirits and overall, raised her mental and physical state to improve. Could a feeling, a sense, even withhold enough capacity for her to balance her powers? Could it assist her with not harming others? 

Isolated incidents had brought her to this position and ironically, to isolation itself. A frequent reminiscence struggled in her memory, a recalling of her younger sibling, whom she hadn't seen in years. Her fingers pricked against each other in a fretting motion as her mind boggled at the recalling; breeze sliding the curtains apart and thus, keeping the girl's temperature lukewarm on the balmy day. Instantaneously, she collected her thoughts, swapping throughout stations to find a source of entertainment to manage the nuisance of her longing. The switching of channels halted as a cheerful animated character presented itself across the screen and accordingly, Larraine's attention had been caught; albeit briefly. 

An affliction brought her attention elsewhere as her sleeve was pulled backwards, revealing boils and several other visible impurities. Temporarily, her glance intently stared downward to the contaminant; deciding to be ashamed accustomed bodily functions. Abnormal, revolting, unusual; these were words fixated in her conscious. Her sleeve was promptly rolled downwards, hiding her abnormalities and in return, causing her to feel comfortable once again. The confinement around her kept others guarded, away from the toxicity of her capabilities. 

During her pondering, a screech occurred as her room was unlatched and correspondingly, the teenager then gazed at the unfamiliar individual. Initially, an uncomfortable smile was present across her face as she greeted the person whom entered her vicinity. "Can I help you?" Larraine inquiries, as the television's commentary resonated in the background. She presumed that the fellow-teenager may have conceivably entered the room or had suspicious intentions, however, she would await for his response. "Did someone send you here?" Another question pursued but considering a stranger had invaded her privacy, it was valid, especially coming from the dubious-mutant. Her intuition progressed alongside the visible-aura surrounding her, causing her to uncommonly feel more so content whilst in the presence of the stranger. 

Erik Volkov

Erik did not know what he expected when he went to visit Larraine. He had attempted to knock, but no one had answered and he feared the worst. Of course seeing the woman laying in bed and looking at him and fully alert was a cause for immediate relief. Quickly his eyes surveyed the room in a manner that spoke of someone used to having to take in one's surroundings and make fast decisions. Regardless of his own little flaws he slipped into a genuine small smile. "That is supposed to be my line I believe." Unable to help a small chuckle of amusement at the sudden situation he found himself in before he looked thoughtful. "In a way I suppose, yes. I do volunteer here and I like to check in on people." All he could suddenly remember was that she was sick for some reason. Not that he let it show on his face. Watching his own mother waste away caused both him and his mother to get tired of the way people saw a sick person as someone to be pitied and yet not quite wholly a person. So Erik looked to Larraine as someone who just happened to be stuck in bed and seeing her as a whole instead of just as a sick person. 

"I just figured you might enjoy some company or someone to talk to. Maybe even someone to smuggle you in some food from the outside world?" Offer the latter with a bit of a grin as he attempted to put the fellow mutant at ease before offering a shrug. "I didn't mean to intrude however. If you wish I can be on my way. Hopefully with no complaints to anyone." 

Accordingly to his entrance, the interrupting resonance forthcoming from the television ceased, as the teenager switched the electronic device off to express courtesy. “Isn’t that ironic?” A melancholy tone was communicated through her voice and then momentarily, an evident silence breezed throughout the room. “You volunteer? There’s a few times when I’m able to volunteer too; considering on how unhinged and maniac my abilities decide to be.” Her appearance seemed to be peculiarly healthy, despite the rumors stimulating of her capabilities, specifically on how they can affect others physically.

As his presence remained in the room, an ease was lifted from her shoulders and thus, the projection of her abilities lessened excessively. “Aren’t you worried about my abilities?” Her communication was conveyed in an apprehensive manner. “I wouldn’t mind your company, nor would I mind you smuggling highly saturated food indoors that isn’t strictly GMO-free. I am concerned about my abilities, that’s all. I wouldn’t want to harm someone as seemingly kind as yourself.” The blanket was shoved aside as the teenager’s hospital-gown was displayed. Subsequently, a coincidental smile expanded itself on her face to disguise the unobservant markings across her arm.

Afterwards, an abrupt cough then demonstrated itself, suspending the teenager’s smile. “Perhaps I need fresh air,” a suggestion was then introduced to the situation. She then rotated herself on the bedding, staggering to the window for fresh air, longing to be near the essence of the alluring aspects of the planet, opposed to alleyways and confinement. “What’s your name?” An introduction was overdue as the female temporarily made eye-contact with the fellow-mutant. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed with normal abilities, although they’re not normal to begin with. If I had psychic abilities, I would guess that you’re named Tom. You’re not named Tom, right?” Larraine sarcastically jests with the foreigner before his initial answer, grinning, duplicating his shrug from earlier.

HIs eyebrows wriggled up on his head as she mentioned her abilities, but didn't quite pursue that line of thinking just yet. Letting her talk and exercising his good listening skills without feeling the need to jump right into the fray. Should he be worried? Erik rather doubted that she could throw anything at him that would cause any permanent injury. Plus if she did turn out to be dangerous in some unseeable manner it would be a good test of his survivability without having to go to more masochistic methods. 

"I might be worried of your abilities if I knew what they were. However I do pride myself on being able to handle the more dangerous cases." As assent was given he shut the door and moved to find a comfortable place to stand for the moment, having moved only slightly closer. "Hmm, you look like someone that might enjoy some ribs.. perhaps a gyro or two. With a.." thinking a moment before continuing. "Thinking fudge ripple sundae, but you might be more a strawberry milkshake kind of gal." Shrugging with his fixed smile as he played his little game. "Let us hope I can upgrade that seemingly to a genuine." The smile expanding somewhat to a grin albeit briefly before relaxing to his more natural expression. 

"Perhaps." Agreeing with her and as she got up his eyes flitted to the ceiling, having noted the gown and not knowing if it was one of those damnable kind where one's butt always seemed to make an appearance to those around you with regards to propriety. Still he was reminded that he was a male and she was a female which warred with his own sense of being a decent person. The fact she was cute made it more difficult. The clincher was his sudden inexplicable curiosity to discover the state of it all in conjunction with her staggering movements that again made him concerned. He allowed himself a record setting fast glance to settle the matter and make sure she was ok before they peered back up at the ceiling. That was until she spoke a far more direct question and he looked to her. His smile once again threatening to expand at her jesting. "No you have not attained any psychic abilities yet I am afraid. Though my name isn't all that far outside what one would consider common. I am Erik, a pleasure to meet you." Pausing briefly to let that information settle in before returning with questions of his own. 

"If you desire more fresh air perhaps we could arrange a field trip of sorts to somewhere out of the way you can't hurt anyone?" Making a genuine offer before he fell into a bit of contemplation and moved over closer to her so she wouldn't have to turn to speak directly at him. "Who is to say what 'normal' abilities are anyway? Few decades ago and mutants were an urban legend. Now we are both saviors and boogeymen. The next generational focus on rational tension and acceptance."

The facade she withstood with masked her skepticism. At this given moment, a sense of foreboding was communicated through her explanation. “I’m able to cure individuals from diseases, I’m able to release their pain. But as an exchange, I have to deal with the pain myself and I can often subconsciously project the disease elsewhere, and I can do it purposefully too.” Her response was spoken with the fear of being reprimanded, or misunderstood. That concern would soon fathom to exist as the topic adjusted. Afterwards, humiliation transparently stemmed from her prior statement, her glare maintained on the exterior nature beyond The Sanctuary.

A yearning for uncommon food for the female was brought on by Erik’s ramblings, predominantly when oversweet dessert-esque food was conducted into the midst of the conversation. “I’ll assume that your abilities are to cause hunger by using descriptive words.” The affirmation was matter-of-fact and amusingly wry. “Perhaps,” an instinctive choice of wording acknowledgement the seemingly kind-individual.

Larraine sarcastically tut-tuts at the on-goings of the gag. “Erik? I imagined you more as a Tom but it’ll do.” She pursued her mouth in a self-satisfied smirk. Eventually, an answer to his offering occurred; a simplistic nod was gestured beforehand. “I wouldn’t mind going somewhere else for fresh air. Could it be an open-area location, though?” The hurrying conversation perturbed her, especially considering how trustworthy and sincere the person appeared to be. The expertise of her poker-face potentially could cause him to be oblivious to her suspicion.

As his frame moved closer in her vicinity, Larraine flushed at the sudden movement. This was primarily due to her limited contact with existing humans and especially because of her restricted contact with males in her age-group. In attempt to disregard her absence of pessimistic convictions, she answered his rhetorical question. “It’s common knowledge that mutants with more physical attributes are stigmatized against. I don’t believe that’ll change too drastically, especially for extremists, as it’s normal for humans to initially judge others despite our social-conditioning. Non-mutants and mutants alike are going to be more so accepting of each other in due time, I believe. We simply need to focus on the savior aspects of ourselves instead of the boogeyman aspects.” The statement articulated an optimistic approach to her beliefs, opposed to her common despairing reaction to events transpiring; then grimacing.

There wasn't any judgement he was able to give as far as he was aware. The mention of her abilities just causing him to make a thoughtful face for a moment before nodding with a light "Interesting." Questions of course were about, but he would have to formulate those in the back burner of his brain as the woman before him demanded more then his usual half attention given it was their first meeting. Pausing to consider her words before chuckling "Abilities? No. A small talent for enjoying and describing tasty food would be more appropriate. If it is some sort of latent ability I shall have to consider food marketing as a potential career possibility." Trying hard to maintain a serious air and failing horribly as the absurdity of the thought made him laugh softly again.

"I am a Erik sadly. A far more adventurous and fitting name for someone such as myself. Erik Volkov if you want the full of it." Considering their options for places to go before he had shifted his position. In an attempt to be as unassuming as possible he leaned up against the wall with his hands behind the small of his back. Noting the blush and not sure what to make of it he attempted to smooth things over a bit.  "Cute and smart, the whole package it appears." Erik offered the small compliment with a smile before nodding in agreement. "Those are my thoughts and experiences as well." Sorting through his jumble of thoughts. "I have never been sick in my life and I healed through three bullets in my spine so I doubt you have to fear for causing any injury to me. As for your own abilities do you have to make a conscious effort to start healing or does it occur to anyone who happens by? Also is your subconscious emanations a physical or psychic sort of thing? I was thinking if we outfitted you in some way we could slip you through more populated areas without leaving behind a trail of sick people if it was a physical manifestation." The thoughtful look on his face indicating he was either thinking very strongly about possible ways to accomplish that or already had.

"I am not sure I can make all this happen today of course. Plus I don't want it to seem like I am hitting you with a bunch of stuff from out of the blue and would not want to overwhelm you. I could of course arrange some food to be delivered, my treat seeing as how I tickled some cravings of yours. Did you have someplace in mind where you wanted to go or just out and open?" His head tilting some as he watched her, curious and observant.

An astonishing lack of discernment or perhaps warmth was notable through his choice of descriptive-words. His chuckles were shadowed by a simplistic smile, despite the conflict to deny that the individual brought a virtuous and positive atmosphere into the room with him. “Larraine,” an established of proper introduction was comprised between the duo. A further bestowed blush arise to her cheeks as the teenager complimented her, an unknown and dense sentiment settled in her stomach as she disregarded it wholly.

His relation in experiences resolved her embarrassment as their conversation extended. Her brows scowled together in response to his capabilities, predominantly from curiosity and comprehension of his presence nearby her without becoming harmed. “They’re irregular with timing, I cannot choose when I ingest a disease frequently, but that doesn't mean that I cannot consume a disease at will. As for healing, I do not have to consciously make an effort. I can have multiple diseases being healed in my system at once and I wouldn’t necessarily be at harm.” An explanation is offered to the young man, however, it would seem that the full extent to her capabilities wouldn't be clarified.

The disclosure of relative information would subsequently be concluded as she strolled to the location of her purse, revealing a pair of heeled-boots, alongside a coal-black dress. “Can you face the wall?” A rhetorical demand is conversed between the pair, although it initially was meant to be a question. “To begin with, I don’t become overwhelmed easily,” Larraine informs him precisely as she began dress herself thoroughly. “I also wouldn’t mind that. Perhaps we could go to the beach? There’s frequently something deranged happening in that area, I thought that could be interesting to witness.” A sizzled, unusual laugh resonated from the woman, kindling for her to cringe.

Through this interaction, Erik would have been enforced to peer at the wall for an extended period of time. Her hands then patted down her elegant dress consolingly, ultimately allowing him to turn eventually. “You’re allowed to turn now,” an uninhibited order was spoken in the least obnoxious way manageable. Dumbfoundingly, the indisposed female now appeared to be healthy, with a face to the brim of structured makeup; including an elegant demeanor, excluding her torn boots. “Whatever the plan is, I wouldn't mind food being delivered, especially pizza. Nor would I particularly mind burning that ugly hospital-gown." Her tone enunciated an irksome nature as she glared at the dressing gown that was provided by The Sanctuary, sustained visually with a sigh.

"Nice to meet you Larraine." he intoned softly as she finally stated her name, not that he couldn't look it up. That would have just been weird however even if he was acting in his capacity as a volunteer. Erik was also careful to hide a pleased smile as he watched her blush again. This time with the reassuring knowledge that he knew what exactly had prompted the rosy cheeks.

"Well that was all very informative, but I was mostly interested if I needed to get you some sort of, i don't know, hazmat suit or something so we don't leave behind a trail of unwell people wherever we go. That is if I understood your explanation correctly." Grateful for what she had shared all the same and it showed on his face without hesitation as well as making sure any misunderstanding was result of his own miscomprehension more then any lack of her descriptive abilities.

An eyebrow rose briefly at the sudden and odd command. He complied readily and turned to face the corner, his arms shifting in front of him to cross over as he leaned his shoulder into the wall. Pondering as he did so why she didn't just make him wait outside or something and found no answer forthcoming other then she was messing with him in some way he couldn't currently understand. An eyebrow raising as she described the beach then shrugging as he face the corner. "Sounds like a good a place as any to me." A smile prompting itself as he heard her laugh. Then the long wait in which he occupied himself with various thoughts of things he needed to do.

Finally he was allowed to turn around! "Are you sure?" He quipped humorously and turned before she could change her mind. His eyes looked her over with an approving look and a smile. "You look positively radiant. And far more nicely dressed then myself." Making a distinctive pause between the two statements and chuckling at his own self depreciation as other then work uniforms his entire wardrobe was all t-shirt and jeans thus far. Not having encountered any reason to purchase anything otherwise. "Well what sort of pizza do you like? We could arrange for it to be delivered as we are travelling to the beach it seems." His eyes finally going over to the gown. "That could probably be arranged as well. No shortage of firebugs about." Grinning wryly at the thought as he moved over to the door to open and gesture outside it. "If there is nothing further?" Figuring there was little else that he could think of to hold them up.

An acknowledgement of their formal meeting relieved potential tension, then causing for her to raise an eyebrow as he pushed for further information about her abilities. “As of right now, I wouldn’t need a hazmat suit.” The simplistic explanation revealed minor annoyance in her tone, despite their previous standard conversation. “I don’t want to be seen differently from others, and that includes being seen in a hazmat suit.” Her mind prolonged in thought temporarily, recalling several events of isolation from outsiders, providing her with the nostalgia of desolation.

To subside her exasperation, Larraine’s demand was instructed, causing the teenager to face the wall to de-stress whilst implementing her makeup and to respectively dress herself. The atmosphere was comical, to say the least and thus, it produced several silenced cackles from the female as she observed the outsider who peered at the monotonously dull walls. "Perhaps I should have allowed you to turn before I applied makeup?" The unforeseen occurrence made her offer Erik an apologetic glance, before shifting the sentiment as he rotated his frame.

With a prepared turn, Erik’s prompt movement left a grin on the girl’s face before answering his question with an inexpressive nod. “You're radiant in your own way too, but we'll both be especially radiant as we witness this gown burn in a hellish fire.” Larraine stated satirically, then tossing him the unsightly-gown. Additionally to her hurried motion, she began tying her shoe-laces accordingly and repressing a smile that upheld itself on her face as she is reminded of visual representations of prepossessing pizza in her mind. “I prefer the extra-fattening, greasy kind. But then again, who doesn’t? Other than vegans or people with decent diets, that is.” She then shrugs, grinning as she passes the individual with a distinctive step, gesturing for him to trail behind her.

"That is a small relief." Not that he could produce one at the drop of a dime anyway if he could at all. The rest of her response made him tense slightly. He wasn't entirely sure if it was some extension ofof his abilities as a fighter or a thief or some subliminal tell he hadn't consciously caught. Thus he felt it his duty to unruffle any feather he may have done in his usual unassuming tone. "It was not my intention to set you apart from others, only to ensure our outing did not cause despair or hurt to others through our actions. I can also say that despite our feelings on the matter we are all very different from humans and each of us is even different from other mutants. It is a keen emotion to know that no matter how much your family loves you that you are different from them." His tone changing as he finished, in indication he was speaking from experience. "Besides regardless if we want to blend in with others in obscurity eventually our powers will come to the fore and label us in some manner." Shrugging as he had earlier and seemed to be a favorite emote of his before grinning. "So in short I was just trying to keep everyone safe and unharmed, especially you."

"Allowing me to turn sooner would have stopped me from pondering what exact shade of color the walls were." Taking the momentary lapse in stride especially as he saw the smile on her face and the attempted (at least he thought it was) compliment. "If you despise it so much why were you wearing it?" A mixture of incredulous belief and mocked exasperation dwelling on his face before laughing softly and catching the gown. Taking the time to fold it neatly and tightly as he could as she tied her shoes. "Well that certainly narrows it down absolutely not at all. Maybe there is a place near the beach we can stop." he offered to the seemingly indecisive woman. Watching with amusement as she gestured for him to follow. "Oh, do you expect us to walk where we are going or do you by some slim chance have a vehicle of your own to get us to the beach. Or were you hoping to guess mine?" 

With their short-lived knowledge of each other, an ultimate safety-route was apparent in the back of her mind before they abandoned the building. From an event that happened days prior, a restoration of faith was brought through the midst of her emotional pain, allowing her to gain confidence from defending herself and another bystander. “Your point is valid, however, I don’t have a family; nor do I particularly care anymore if I harm others subconsciously, at least not right now.” A clear, callous remark was downheartedly spoken through the younger female and unfortunately, the majority of her sentence enunciated legitimacy through her tone. Nevertheless, the end of his comment brought a minimal smile to her face.

When inquired, an unbalanced laugh was audible to the fellow-teenager, as her shoulders raised to disregard her prior statement. “It’s mandatory for ill-patients and besides, I thought it would be entertaining.” Eventually, as her laces were tied, the duo departed from The Sanctuary accordingly. Considering her isolation from the exterior of the building, the fresh-air that circulated her frame felt like an oddity. “I made an assumption that we were going to stroll there but considering that you supposedly own a vehicle, I wouldn’t mind being driven.” Toward the end of her pronouncement, an expected mischievous grin widened Larraine’s smile. “What do you personally feel like doing yourself?”

Erik took a moment to consider her words and was unable to help a fleeting frown from gracing his face as she announced her lack of discretion towards others and her powers currently. Then he simply shrugged as he often seemed to do around teh woman. "At least your honest about it I suppose. Then i will just have to keep you out of trouble for both our sakes." Once again not entirely certain if this woman could start her own plague or the full extent of what she could do so he was intent on playing it safe.

He found that she had an odd sense of humor and probably would be thinking so in future moments in time. At the moment he couldn't think of any such manner that wearing a gown would be entertaining. "I am not sure I know anyone who would consider wearing a gown humorous at all. PLus you have to make sure you aren't too revealing when you move around. If I am honest it is just a pain in the a** to wear one and doesn't bring up the greatest of memories for myself." Erik wasn't going to let the attempt hinder his chance at a good time so it sloughed off easy enough as he followed the woman out. Least the view was good!

Her words forced an eyebrow up high on his forehead. "What do I feel like doing? About what to do?" A normally confident answer not forthcoming in the face of the strange grin that made him a bit wary. "Pizza does sound pretty good." He moved on over to an older motorcycle and pulled out a helmet and goggles to hand to her before adorning his own head with the one that sat on the bike and putting on his own goggles before hopping on the cobbled together bike and after a few tries he got it up and running and revved it a few times to make sure it didn't putter out and die. "Well you said you didn't spook easily right?" It was his turn to grin back wryly as he spoke over the not quite perfect rumble of the motor.

Throughout their conversation, the teenager remains contradictory, rectifying her statement to fit in with the individual. "Considering my experience, either way, I'll manage to either harm another or myself. That's the reason that I do not care - I do care about hurting others." Her sentence was filled with insecurity, despair, revealing yet another side to her as a human being. Their surroundings of the confined patient-room recalled specific memories in her mind as she awaited for his response, allowing for him to comprehend her personally. "Depressive situations can be humorous if you're placed in them enough." An utterance was commented that indicated to her poor upbringing, as she ignored past thoughts, allowing for the fellow teenager to walk alongside her out of The Sanctuary. 

To begin with, the helmet and goggle combo ruined her look. However, she adjusted them accordingly, squinting as the man revved up the bike. "Do you believe this senior citizen can make it?" Larraine chirped behind the hectic revving, seeming suspicious of whether the bike could function with the duo weighing down on the bike. "Wouldn't anyone be spooked riding a mechanical bull?" Her grasp tightened on the back of Erik's clothing as the man resumed revving and then began to drive, which caught the curly-haired teenager off-guard. The hectic-moving bike caused her to crunch her face momentarily, before allowing herself to collect herself emotionally throughout the frantic movement. "Maybe this isn't that terrible?" A rhetorical declaration was blurted out as she managed to eventually open each eye - beginning to chuckle to herself for no apparent reason as the bike pursued the gravel below them. 

Erik wasn't sure what to make of that. At least she didn't enjoy inadvertently hurting others. "How we feel when our powers go awry speaks a lot about our character. So I think you must be a good person and at the very least do not have to worry about causing me any permanent physical harm. I am sure you will eventually be able to do whatever you do without hurting other on accident." For he was not naive enough to think she wouldn't have to hurt others on purpose to defend herself at the very least. At her further comment he would have had to shrug. "We do what we must to survive bad situations. Even if it is to stare at the abyss and giving it the finger while laughing." Offering the woman a grin before they finished their trek.

Then she had to comment on the state of his frankenbike. Poor thing was cobbled together from junkyard pieces, but tenderly put together. "Oh she will make it alright. Rough to start but smooth to run. Trust me you do not want a bike the other way." Then he gave her question a sincere thought before laughing aloud and shaking his head. "Sounds like a lot of fun actually!" In a manner that spoke sometime in the near future he was going to give it a go. The bike lurched forward and almost died out before roaring smoothly back to life as he put it into gear and they made their way away from Sanctuary. He didn't put much thought to having a loud bike, instead it was a bit more muffled then other types as he valued his awareness and didn't feel like any sort of temporary hearing loss as he rode so he overheard her comment and laughed again, grinning like an idiot the whole way. Then a thought struck him. "Make sure your sitting on your dress!" He wasn't sure if she was the exhibitionist type and while he wouldn't mind find out in a more intimate setting if she was or not. He figured he would let her make that choice even as the curious internal debate of weather she was wearing panties or not rage on silently in his head. Damned hormones.

His complimentary personality was endearing, charming, even. However, her guard would continuously be present throughout their conversation together. "Thanks," Larraine meekly communicated. It was difficult for the teen to comprehend that someone, especially a stranger would have faith in her; even if it could be perceived as moderate due to his wording. This however would mostly go underappreciated because of the Frankenstein-esque bike they were occupied on together, simplistically adjusting and awaiting for the contraption to combust on the spot at any particular moment. 

Surprisingly, the combustion of said bike didn't occur. Witnessing civilization pass without wary was comforting in a sense, especially for someone in a similar position to Larraine's. "Where'd you find this old lady?" The teen inquires about the bike dryly, pushing her curls back into position as they flew out of place from the manic wind. Momentarily, her dress did in fact shoot upwards, however thankfully the teen had common sense and adjusted it whilst being in a frantic state. This wouldn't stop her from blushing from head-to-toe but at least no one she knew personally saw; at least possibly for Erik. But then again, it was a possibility - as was their friendship. 

Fortunately, their destination was upcoming on the right as Erik turned accordingly, allowing for the girl to soothe herself from embarrassment. How could somebody acknowledge an individual in their presence after going through that mental-torture? The sunlit beach in the corner of her eye decided otherwise; it instead decided for the girl to smile whilst in the company of her newfound stranger-friend, whatever. "Thanks," Larraine mimicked her speech from earlier before adding onto the sentence. "Thanks for the optimism. You have no idea how long I have been cooped away." Her presence and speech would be unnaturally intimate for her character and momentarily, a brief crack would be present in her voice. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" She then interrupts the tension by questioning if they're pursuing the correct lane or not. From her knowledge and perspective, it seemed as if they were going elsewhere.