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Well that was. Mali didn't really know what to think of that. On one hand, she had preemptively guarded herself for an answer kind of like that, but the specific story wasn't something she could casually handle. Not to mention how bizarre it was to fill a syringe with window cleaner in the first place. All that taken into account, she noted consciously and subconsciously to watch her neck while here if she ever happened to have the misfortune of making a return check. 

[color=D5FF00]"Sounds like this is a pretty risky place to work. Are the benefits at least decent?"[/color] Because obviously the pay was not making up for what she needed to put up with the drawbacks the job and its environment brought. Really the only reasons Mali could think of to even take a job here was either that you couldn't find employment elsewhere or you happened to live in the area and had a particularly naive sense of altruism. The kind of selflessness Hannah had. Seriously, how did a mental patient get their hands on a syringe and window cleaner while at a mental ward?