Ryder followed the old man out, and chose to ignore the laser-eye person and the psychic bitch who stitched her up. They were doing their own thing, so she really hoped they didn't turn and see her, only to run over and act all happy and outgoing. Ryder would've just yelled at them to fuck off if such a thing happened, and since it didn't, she just kept her eyes peeled on the [i]numerous[/i] kids running around. It was, admittedly, a nice day out. Ryder's eyes fell halfway shut, she was unaccustomed to being out in the sun on a day as clear as this. She lived in a cell, several floors below the ground, with only fluorescent lights and a clock to tell her what the time of day was. This was unusual, in a way.

She didn't make eye contact with the three kids running around. She just watched.

[color=00ffff]"Doesn't seem very special to me,"[/color] she commented.