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Brooke sat still through this event that her stranger was having, giving him a death glare before crossing her arms and jolting her head to the side, huffing. "I didn't wear a 'dressie'. I wore a straitjacket." She muttered, slolwy uncrossing her arms and gazing at the ground, an almost saddened look on her face.

Zed blinked at the girl's saddened look, only tilting his head in response. He never really had to deal with anyone who was ever "sad," as they called it, since all he's ever seen around him was crazy, so he really didn't know what to do. That is, until he had a plan. Standing to his feet, the white-haired male grinned, walking over towards the girl and wrapping his arms around her, resting his chin on her head so escaping was inevitable.
"Awww, poor Brookie... there, there, little one." He teased, giggling at himself and his actions once again.

Brooke sighed and gave him another death glare as a response. "Wow." She said sternly, but she could help but smile very slightly. She rolled her eyes and let a giggle escape from her pout, bringing her back to insanity once again. "Enough, enough." She snorted. "Lunch is almost overrrr." She whined.

By two men dressed in plain white attires, a female was carried into the dull cafeteria. Her dark hair hung messily about, and her jade green eyes looked glazed over. The general demeanor of her person was dismal in itself, almost lifeless. They struggled to carry her in. Her bare feet dragged behind her across the cold, marble floors.

Her chin raised and slowly, she scanned the room, the people, and what looked to be mud mixed with bugs on a plate. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she could swear there was something crawling around on one of the piles of slop.

She blinked.

They set her down on a bench and her shoulders slouched. She sat there motionless, staring straight ahead of herself at a small hole in the wall. It looked like she was trying to glare a larger hole. If she was, it didn't appear to be getting any bigger.

And then her view was blocked by the familiar sight of her sibling, Artemis. She might have greeted her if she could feel her tongue or lips to speak. Everything felt numb.

"Ri, the side effects should wear off soon. In the mean time, I'll get you something to eat. We haven't much time, but your psychiatrist allowed a few extra minutes to eat," whispered Artemis kindly and so softly, as if Ri would break if words were spoken too loudly.

She did not respond but simply turned her head and stared at the two who were giggling and snorting. The corner of her lip curled into something of a deeper, darker scowl. They're laughter irritated her like blinding sunlight.