Heather quietly watches Dr. Rohrbach burst into the cozy café, silencing the room of all speculation and gossip. She takes a sip from her mug as he collapses in a chair, enjoying the bitter coffee and the heat it provided. 
“Been pretty peachy Rohrbach,” Heather replies sarcastically with a smile, “I mean, all things considered.” She watches the older man catch his breath, it seem he had been in a huge rush to get here. Heather turns her attention to Ferghus, who had a really good point. Why the hell are any of them here, in such a casual location?  “I agree with Ferghus, everyone here probably has a lot of questions. I for one would like to know what we are doing in your little science experiment and when you will decide to pass out those pretty antidotes.” 

Heather pushes the half empty mug away and leans forward in her chair. “Do we need to run some mazes maybe? Or do you have fun surveys for us all to fill out?” Heather tried not to sound angry as she talked to the doctor, but her mood from the other night was beginning to surface. Until Heather was given a reason not to be angry for being deceived or afraid of what was happening to her, she was going to remain slightly irritated with Rohrbach.