The fuzzy shapes of infrared signatures woke Lucille, and she protested their rough holds with a short cry. Vaguely she wondered if they were dragging her off to give her her medication but they never did this; they usually slid her pills into her cell along with breakfast. Her short but wild mane of red hair went everywhere as she resisted the guards fruitlessly. "What about--Agh!" She was cut off by an impatient and luckily light blow to the head. "My pills," she finished in a tiny mumble before being shoved into the room with everyone else. 

Her eyes flitted to the corner, to what looked like a bunch of twins and a blind person. With caution she moved closer to them, too curious to resist, and stared at them without saying a word.