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Zoe's stigma did not mix well with the shooting. She wasn't shocked or especially horrified, but seeing that kind of violence enacted right in front of her only made her own urges spike tenfold. If anyone was paying attention to her face in that moment, they might have seen something worryingly close to hunger cross her expression, indicating exactly the kind of effect her stigma was having. She found herself unconsciously taking a slight step towards the scene, a smile crossing her face briefly before an instinct of self-preservation brought her to her senses. Playing it off with a shrug, she pretended to look the carnage over in pretend shock until the director continued to speak.

What the Director said made it pretty clear their status around here. The idea of the cuffs reminded her of those shock collars some people got for dogs except, you know, people actually gave a shit about animal cruelty. [color=palevioletred][i]And isn't that just depressing.[/i][/color] Still, despite the [i]overwhelming[/i] urge to try and kick the guy locking the thing onto her in the teeth, Zoe managed to keep her cool. 

While some people might have expected her to protest again, she didn't say anything against the 'violent' classification, considering what she'd felt just a couple minutes before. Being locked up with someone else, shock cuffs or not, seemed like a really bad idea. She wasn't enough of an idiot to try and argue with it, any more than she was dumb enough to pick a fight when there was a gun pointed straight at her head.

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Once all of the 'good kids' had been split off to their own building, Zoe glanced around at the remaining people in the group. All of them had the same mark on their necks, of course. And, funnily enough, it seemed like they were all girls. There were comments she could have made, but it seemed too easy. [color=palevioletred]"So, does this make us the problem children?"[/color] She asked the guard, disrespect clearly showing through in her voice. [color=palevioletred]"Guess you guys got the fun job, looking after the crazies. You draw straws for this or something?"[/color]

Okay, so there might have been a bit of provocation there - but they'd have to be used to that by now. Besides, no way was Zoe getting out of the cuff. It wasn't like she could actually do anything, so backchat would be enough for now. She just wanted to make it perfectly clear that she respected these people about as much as they respected her. Fair was fair.

Despite keeping the same attitude towards the situation throughout the walk, she was quiet enough for the rest of it, and at least paid enough attention to realise that it was after curfew as she was shoved into her room. With one last glare at the soldier as the door closed, she turned and headed further into her room with a sigh. So, this was it. Her own little place in the asylum. She had to admit, it actually wasn't looking too bad. Not that the positives outweighed the constant surveillance and shock bracelet, but at least getting sleep in here would be bearable.

Looking over the desk, the stack of tests wasn't really welcome. Seriously? Not like she was a dumbass or anything, but this did not feel like the time. She looked over them briefly, but decided not to bother trying anything right away. There were a few days before they needed to be done anyway. The other stack was a bunch of information as well as those 'violent release zone' forms, which would probably be needed at some point unless she wanted to blow a fuse at someone. Speaking of blowing up, there was one hell of a noise coming from the floor above - clearly someone wasn't handling this too well.

At least she had her phone, which still seemed to be working fine. Next to it was a small wallet. She was curious to see if they'd taken anything out of it, but as she reached over she couldn't quite bring herself to look inside. Not like anything in there would be worth money, so why bother? Besides, it was where she normally kept her photographs, and looking at them wasn't something she felt prepared to do. A few other bits and pieces were there, but nothing she felt like paying any attention to yet.

There also wasn't a bathroom in her room, so that was fun. Seemed like all of that was communal. Eh, she could get a shower in the morning. Hopefully there'd be some kind of separation in there. It wasn't like she had confidence issues, but she preferred to at least have clothes on for first impressions. Nothing she could do about that either way. She'd have to figure that one out tomorrow. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep. Maybe a bit of rest would do her some good.