Demiana walked out into the hall, having ignored her new "clothing policy". When confronted by one of the workers, she glared and kept on walking. "I'll wear whatever the hell I want." She had rights, and her
outfit (complete with gloves that reached her elbows) supported that fact. Practically bursting into the room, Dem groaned at the amount of people, taking a seat next to a blonde young man with an obvious drinking problem. "So, are we gonna get this shit over with or what?"
[OOC: Ok, so this isn't quite revealed... she was in a mental institution, and the only other option was rehab, so she stays there 24/7 under "watch". Of course, she just got there. Hooray!]