Aoife never would have minded being thrown into the room, for that matter - she knew that Victor was probably just getting her out of harm's way. She really wouldn't have minded at all, if she could actually have the ability to use her mind.

Things were not ok. She didn't even know how it happened - her gloves were damaged but not that damaged; contact should have been virtually impossible. Maybe it was just a slight brush of palms or the locking of fingers but whatever it was, Aoife was about to experience a storm she wasn't yet ready to see. Victor was nice but reading his memories came later, just to check that he wasn't a murderer or anything else unsavoury.

Staying in the spot she landed, she slid onto her hands and knees, feeling a deep sickness in her stomach as she groaned lightly. Then they were there. Painted across her mind in the darkest colours possible - it wasn't even memories she saw, just pure, unaltered emotions that were extremely dangerous to her. On the outside, she had froze, her eyes staring off into the distance and her face going whiter than before.

It wasn't anger she felt; it was barely even dread - what she saw was a dark history that could explain Victor's nervousness. If she had to go through all that, she would be a nervous wreck as well. It fell over her like a dead heat, enveloping her previously happy-turned-scared thoughts and reversing them, molding them to fit the memories that she had received.

It went on for another minute, the intense feelings of isolation and being trapped taking over her - it was enough to scare her into being claustrophobic. She was only actually pulled out of her daze when some silly boy tripped over her. She barely even realised his presence but his weight falling against her was enough to wake her from the clouded dream that had enveloped her. Taking in a sharp intake of air, her eyes focused down once more and a little colour returned to her face but her emotions were still a wreck.

Aoife was up on her feet in no time, staring around the room like a deer caught in the headlights. She was terrified. It wasn't the birds or anything of the sort, it was the intense feelings of imprisonment joined with being locked inside a rather small space. It was intolerable, the gnawing feeling of dread that was awakening in the pit of her stomach. "Let me out Victor." She insisted quickly, moving to him with wide eyes. She couldn't handle it - she needed to find somewhere safe, somewhere where she couldn't be hurt and she could breath properly. That was another problem - her breathing was beginning to suffer and her heart was beating wildly in an attempt to get blood to her over-worked mind. "Please... I just need out..." There was the beginnings of a panic attack forming in the interior of her mind, her symptoms bunching up to form a perfect storm.