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Ashton looked over at the new girl next to him; analyzing her through his hair. She was too frightened; to terrified of where she was. He could easily tell that she had done nothing, even killers who were horrified by the idea of going to jail had some sort of recognition that they belonged where they were. The teen looked away and settled into his chair more comfortably; his nervousness was gone completely and he felt a lot more comfortable. Silver-Grey flashed under brown bangs as he watched the machine spin around the circle and spit out questions of unimportance to each person. The only good things about the therapy was the ability for him to put on whatever he wanted and have a little time to get out of his getting smaller by the day cell. He then switched to looking at each person in the room naming off what each had done from his journey to find their files; he had to know what he was dealing with. Ashton smiled as he heard one girl's response about self control and leaned farther back in his chair. "Hopefully things get more fun," he muttered to himself before he shut his eyes and yawned.