The scene unfolded before Watcher quickly. Muzzle-boy, idiot that he was, ran out to help the child in the dirt with total disregard for rules or punishment. In some way it was admirable for doing what Watcher so longed to do as well, but she couldn't condone his stupidity for breaking the rules out in the open. Perhaps he could handle punishment, but anything beyond the toxins she ingested from the drug tests would be the death of her. If she wanted to stay alive, she couldn't break the rules in public for the officials to see.
As she was thinking, the blind girl ran out after the Muzzle-boy. Watcher slid behind the door and peered out to do what she did best, watch. Between the blind girl and the muzzled-boy the two of them half drug half carried the child to towards the dining hall, but Watcher noted how the blind girl kept fidgeting as if her mind wasn't entirely on the boy draped across her shoulder. Curious, Watcher followed at a distance, careful to not alert the blind girl to her presence. She'd never been as close to her as she had been today, but Watcher had noticed her before and had always been intrigued by her heightened senses. She wasn't about to be on the receiving end of them.