If there was something in what he was saying; or his expression; that might help her understand, she couldn't tell. Perhaps if she had noticed such a thing, she wouldn't have needed to ask further questions. Alas. "But... but why are we *here*? At this place? Doing... sleep therapy? I... I don't rem...

"Wait," she said, hoping to get some answers before the man'd take the violent one away.

"I... why am I here? Where are *we* here?"

Maybe her ploy to feign ignorance was going to be helpful after all; now she had a good excuse to ask questions she'd otherwise be expected to know the answer to.

Oh no! If they were going to ask *her* to state her name instead of addressing her by it first, then that means her foolproof plan to play along and get the hell out of here was already dead in the water! She stepped forward, brushed aside some of her hair, and decided to try and feign ignorance ins...

It was fortunate that he was interrupted by the door panel opening again, or she might've been inclined to start screaming. Instead, Sally-Anne lined up as told; mostly because she figured that if she was in view like that, nobody could try and murder her without a quick response. And also, if she w...

"It's not just a place for people they don't want to deal with..." she said, her voice a little less loud than it was a moment ago, "...it's, it's specifically for people who are... you know... crazy. Like people who think they woke up in a different body, that's why... that's why we'll never get ou...

"We are all of us children of greater lines, in time, though we may rise to greatness ourselves. Mhoram was the son of the High Lord, and became High Lord." Still rhinal the voice, still swift the words. A shaking head and squinting eyes. "But you seem to know this place, these people, and I am a v...

"In the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks. "But I have not white gold that transcends the Arch of Time. I cannot, as the ur-Lord did, cross against it. Nor would I seek to do so. But a biting fever and a slasher, ah, these things are familiar in the lore, and not only from the long winte...

All she really wanted to do was go back to sleep. Maybe wake up back in her own bed if she was lucky. She certainly didn't want to talk to these obviously crazy people. She was sane. At least when she was on her medication. But there was no chance of her being left alone and offered enough quiet for...

"I..." she didn't really know what to say to half of what the woman was saying. It all just sounded like fiction. Which admittedly, was something that Sally-Anne knew a thing or two about. "...I don't know about any of-- I mean... anyway... I *do*, I mean I *think* I'm also in the wrong body. Pretty...

Oh, the others were here as well. She supposed they might not be delusions after all. They wouldn't persist like that through the night, surely? "I think... we're in the asylum," she said, softly, as she huddled up in a corner. "I don't know which of you said it, but it might be in Lakeshore after a...