Theresa gives us a wary once-over, like she’s assessing our ability to look after ourselves. She stops on me, and I see the barest recognition in her eye before she stands up and leads us out another door. One guard follows her. The remaining three wait for us to follow. I think that’s overkill, looking around at these animas, but I suppose the fact that they’re here means they have ‘issues’ just as badly as me.
