Of all the habits she had, smoking was non-negotiable. Spark had been smoking since she was 15 and she wasn't about to quit for someone else's sake. She had stepped out into the hall, just outside her quarters, and decided to have a smoke before the mandatory class session. Two guards had shown up to escort her to class. It wasn't the first time and the "Good Doctor" didn't seem to mind since she was by far the most cooperative. It wasn't like she had somewhere better to go and she would have been dead otherwise. 

She lit her cigarette using her middle finger pointed at the approaching guards as electricity arced from her finger and lit up her smoke. One of the guards was a man she knew well. His name was Jensen, at least that's what his name tag said. Spark knew that he liked her, she had seen the way he looked at her and recognized it immediately. If Jensen could have his way she would have been lying on her back screaming while he got his rocks off every night. He was a simple minded kind of guy, easy for her to get what she wanted out of him, which in this case was cigarettes. 

She walked along with them, no need to cause a fuss. The bleak fluorescent lights and utilitarian architecture made every hallway look the same. Finally they reached the classroom. When she came to the doorway she could see the other 'experiments' sitting around and talking among themselves. Most of them looked like pushovers but there were a few she had her eye on. She handed Jensen the almost finished cigarette. The classroom itself looked nothing out of the ordinary as she walked past the other 'experiments'. She sat at the back leaning into her chair and idly sparking shocks between her fingers.