Tess stood from the cold floor she had been sleeping on for a while now. Her head swam with the now fading drugs she assumed she was given and began to search her person for the items she had before capture. The knife was there, and so was the picture of James. Across the way, propped up beside a chair, was her bag. Inside should have been everything else she had, but there was something else. Beside it was a little envelope with her name written on it. Walking over and reading it's contents she was almost surprised to find out her job; Psychologists Helper. It shouldn't have been, considering her powers, but for some reason she expected not to have to work. Taking the note and her knife she headed to the only place she actually knew of. After a year of research on the run, Tess had finally gathered some intelligence on the actual inside of the Home, even if it was only a small amount. She headed to the mall. Seeming as breakfast was likely still going ahead, it was a good idea to grab food before the days work began. The timetable wasn't hard to figure out - especially not with the intel she had acquired. 

Arriving, the place was clearly in disarray. The remains of a table lay shattered on the ground and everyone around looked on edge; uneasy. A young girl stood in a ring of fire, with everyone clearly directing their attention to either her or the other girl lying on the ground to the side. An older looking woman stood over her and called for a doctor, which Tess might not have been but she could at least try help.
[b]"I'm not what you'd say a doctor, but depending on what happened I might be able to help"[/b]Tess said, walking over to the woman and the unconscious girl. The one in peril would likely have a recent memory of the event, which would make it easier to identify the source without probing too deep into her mind. Doing so would likely cause intense pain. Crouching beside her, Tess touched her forehead and began to look at the surface memories; the most recent. What she saw was horrific, brutal memories mixed in with the ones from before the incident. Torture and inhumane conditions were conducted on the poor girl, and she was branded with a tattoo. No person, with powers or not, should ever have to go through something like that. Then she saw it. The small girl surrounded by fire seemed to have triggered something in the girls memories that cause some kind of intense trauma. So... There was another with mind manipulating abilities. Looking her over and checking her pulse to make sure she was at least okay, she looked at the area the tattoo should have been. And sure enough, there it was. A bar-code; a symbol of their imprisonment and experimentation. The only thing to do was to wake her, which would be easy. Passing through her memories, she decided to implement something that would surely wake her up. It had worked on people in comas, so it would work on her. She added a memory; one of falling. A nightmare, per say - but one to wake her up for sure. A dream of death, rebirth and sacrifice so vivid it would stay with her forever. And so would the name Theresa.

Standing up, she looked down at Jasmina.
[b]"She should wake up in the next... say, 20 minutes. I'll be over talking to the others, so if she wakes up any sooner let me know."[/b] she said, stepping up again and walking over to Lyra, Zinnia and Monica who were in some kind of heated conversation.
[b]"Hi, the names Tess. I couldn't help see from that girl that this young girl caused some serious mental trauma in some people,"[/b] she said, looking at Lyra, [b]"And I was interested to find out what everyone saw here. Likely hood is Miss. Dawson has been alerted, or that's what my intel says about events like this. I say we get this place cleared up and then we can sort everything out like civilised people. Oh and please don't try any mind manipulation around me. Last person to do that didn't make it out alive, I'm afraid."[/b] That was the only way to deal with people like this. Firm, but respective - yet also oppressive to make sure they don't cross the boundary. Being held hostage taught her that, and now was the perfect time to implement it.
[b]"I'm new here, by the way, so I hope I don't sound to bossy."[/b] she said, giving Zinnia a cute type of smile to try and at least reduce some tension she may have caused. Being cute was the perfect way to diffuse a situation.