"Yolanda Grieg. If I had friends, they might have called me just Yo. It takes less time to say," She smiled at him before hearing approaching footsteps. She stepped away from the door and backed up against the far wall.

An orderly glanced at Daniel with a sneer before opening the door to Yolanda's cell. He set her with a hard glare. "Got orders to let you out and get you acquainted with the place. No funny business, got it? Just do as your told."

Yolanda smiled vaguely. "Jy is 'n moroon." The orderly ignored that, shaking his head with a sigh. Why couldn't she have spoken English? He took her by the arm and lead her out of the room, down the corridor and into the recreational room. They were letting others out gradually.