“Hm?” Nisha said, out of reflex more than anything. “I’m fine.” She finished, trying to shrug the mystery woman off of her, who was having none of it. She simply held on harder, wrapping her arm around Nisha’s waist and effectively confining her.

“You’re really not” she said plainly, pulling a small torch from the pockets of her scrubs. She turned the torch on, bringing the thin beam of light to Nisha’s face.

“Please follow the light with your eyes” she said, her statement in no way a request. Nisha complied as she was told, her eyes mimicking the light’s movement from right to left. Having finished the exam with no hesitations the other woman seemed satisfied, clicking her torch off and setting it back where it belongs in her pocket.

“W-well, you seem to be tracking me alright” she said with a small, and very tired smile. “You should be f-fine to talk with the others and it might even be good for you, just n-no heavy physical activity right now, okay?”

Nisha winced. “Is it mandatory? The socialization?”

The other woman looked up at Alex for a moment, her face asking more of a question than her mouth needed to. Alex himself sighed, rubbing his palm against his face.

“Yes it’s mandatory, we’re stuck in here we might as well get to know each other.”

Nisha felt a pit in her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do right now was socialize with a bunch of people she didn’t know. They could all be mentalists, prying into her mind, collecting her darkest fears and secrets for their nefarious purposes. That’s what the anti-superhuman pamphlets told her at least. In reality they were all probably just a bunch of regular human beings all stuck together indefinitely.

“It’s not that bad” Alex said, causing Nisha too look up at him with an unamused scowl. He just smiled and ignored her unimpressed expression. “Don’t be like that, they’re nice people!”

Just then a woman leaned in through the door. “Hey Finley, are you done? Sam’s getting real frustrated ‘cause he can’t understand anyone.”

Nisha stared at the new woman, both her eyebrows raised. She was a bit shorter than Nisha and much chubbier with a long black braid that was currently swept over her shoulder; and was exactly the same woman Nisha had saw being taken by police the other day (possibly, she was still a little unsure of Time right now). Small world.

Mystery brown haired woman- Finley- considered her patient a moment with pursed lips and hands rested on her hips before she nodded finally.

“I think you’re fine.” She told Nisha who nodded and shakily stood up again. She might as well just face it and socialize with the group members in the other room.

Alex was more than willing to help walk her through the small room she was holed up in to the larger foyer. It wasn’t an impressive room by any means, plain grey colored paper covered the walls which were also devoid of any decoration at all. Most likely it was some sort of reception area, in its previous life. There was three entrances, including the one Nisha just walked out of. Another lead down what seemed to be a dark hallway-- it was hard to tell. The fluorescent lights above only illuminated the room she was currently in. The third entrance was blocked by a very thick grey door, a thick grey keypad to match it. A man sat in front of it, he was tall and very lanky, his limbs seemed impossibly folded. He gave Nisha little mind, only glancing up for a minute when she entered the room, green eyes catching brown, before he blushed a little and resumed frowning down at a notebook in his lap. Nisha stared at him for a moment trying to figure out where she knew him from, before she realized he was the man-- Jim? Jake? James! Who was transported from her old workplace.