Watcher swatted the muzzled-boy's hand away from her shoulder, the door still ajar. It had been kind of him to steady her but she didn't need him touching her any longer than necessary. She didn't like being touched, the only time she ever was was when someone was sticking a needle in her arm or force feeding her one drug or another. [b]"I know [i]where[/i] the dining hall is, I'm not going there."[/b] She gave herself a mental slap on the wrist for thinking that these two were doing anything of interest. They were only late getting to the dining hall, not skipping.

Through the open door she saw a child stumble to the ground out of the corner of her eye. Unconsciously she bit her lip. Her instinct almost sent her flying to the child to help him up and take him away somewhere to hide him, but she knew that that was beyond stupid. There wasn't anywhere she could take him and she'd be caught before she [i]could[/i] get him anywhere. If there she had learned anything from her years in captivity it was that the foundation kept a firm hand on the newest shipments of children. They would notice if one went missing. She firmly planted her feet to the ground, unwilling to be moved anywhere. Not to the dining hall and most certainly not to help the child outside, though a part of her was screaming inside.