Lamia wanted to hit someone. She wouldn't of course, she was much better at hitting inanimate objects or herself instead of striking other people. There was noise all around her, people talking, asking questions, complaining... She could feel herself getting anxious, the tightness in her chest, feeling twisted in the stomach and like she wanted to cry, even though she never was able to cry when she began to feel this way.
She just wanted to be away from all these people and on her own, left alone. The thoughts and emotions running through her head ranged from anxious to uncertain, feeling lost, sad and like she missed something but could quite tell what. She had the overwhelming urge to hit herself or worse, but she didn't know where any of things where, save for one. She sighed deeply and got to her feet.

Not looking at anyone, she made her way to what seemed to be an opening in the vehicle, stepping out into a fairly well lit concrete room. She glanced around for the blue guy who had brought her here. He'd seemed mildly familiar when she'd seen him, but couldn't place where. It wasn't until she saw the greying older man dressed in some purple, camp clothing with a flowing cape that she recognised who she'd been brought to. The magnet mutant guy, some terrorist who had a hard-on for hating and killing non-mutant humans.

[i]Great.[/i] She thought to herself, [i]I'm at an ISIS recruitment drive. Fucking perfect.[/i]

She rubbed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before running her hand back and pulling her hair from her eyes. Her anxiety was still there, which was ironic when she realised there was nothing to be anxious about. It's not like they could kill her. But still, she didn't like being around so many people and working herself up to talking to anyone.

"Alright," she said, addressing Magneto directly, "I don't really want to be here or join a bunch of terrorists and nobody here will seem to [b][i]SHUT UP![/i][/b]" she paused after shouting the last two words, loud enough for everyone to hear. It was typical for her mood and emotions to get the best of her when she was stressed, spontaneously yelling or hitting things.

"Just tell me where I can go to get some sleep and I'll leave when I wake up." she finished, her voice sounding tired and resigned while she swayed unsteadily on her feet from hunger.

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