[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/14278/posts/ooc?page=1#post-343095]Pat Hogan[/url], the eleven year old child test subject who just got bumped into.
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Instead of the door handle's cool metal touch on Pat's hand, he found the senses of his fingertips brushing against something soft, perhaps something delicate and not at all metallic. It took him a moment to make sense of the situation; the mysterious figure who slipped in through the very door they were at bumped into him with minimal force, only making him take a step back thanks to the difference in their physique. In reflex he supported the figure from the rebound from the bump, hands outstretched to catch her. It was then Pat was able to make out more of the bumped person; she didn't seem all that taller than him, not to mention she seemed very sickly and not-fed. Then again every test subjects here seemed sickly one way or another. He glanced back to Mya to see if she was okay; she seemed to be fine, thankfully. He then proceeded to address the darker haired girl.

"Woah there," Pat exclaimed. "You alright? This isn't the way to the dining hall and you look like you're in a hurry. Come with us, we can show you the way." As breakfast was the main thing on his mind, it seemed natural that every test subject would be headed that way, plus Pat himself had to be there sooner than later; he was required to go to the quarantined area when eating which meant there would be officials on his lookout. He knew very well that if he arrived too late they will grow bored and just close off the quarantined area, making him unable to have his meal and do his business.