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Sarah backed up away from the fight. Much as her skill with manipulating shadows came in handy, she'd never really used them in a fight and she wasn't ready to start practicing right now. Besides, those two looked nuts enough, she didn't want to get between then and the crew of people who were wrestling them into submission.

She turned and started walking back to her room, hopefully the doctor that the nurse had mentioned would be able to explain just what the hell was going on here. She didn't feel crazy, not that most nut cases did; but she was almost certain that she would have remembered being committed in the first place. Plus, when she had used the shadows to grab the clipboard, the nurse hadn't reacted at all. Which meant that they knew about what she could do, and presumably what other people could do. Was it possible that she was here not as a patient but as someone that they wanted to manipulate into working for them? It was an unfortunate possibility, one that she would have to be alert for in order to work against it.

She was mulling all of this over when she noticed that one of the other grey suited inmates had followed her; a shorter, thin girl who looked to be about half Oriental of some kind. For whatever reason, she didn't look very happy to be walking along with her, but Sarah just figured that she wanted to see the doctor the same that she did, so the other woman took her up on the offer to come along. Truthfully, she was a bit grateful for the company, not knowing what was going on meant that she really didn't want to be alone anymore than she could help.

"So, you got any clue as to what's going on? And do you mind if I ask your name?" Turning, she half smiled over at the other woman, pulling her hair over one shoulder. She didn't really wait for a response, just sort of ambling along and trying to ignore the sounds of the scuffle behind them. They reached room 5 and Sarah opened the door and gestured inside.
"Home sweet home, I suppose."