[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff99ff]Jaina[/color] & [color=99ccff]Iris[/color][/h1][img]https://s4.postimg.org/db2ysoiu5/www.GIFCreator.me_Bqd_G3_D.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]Iris had already followed Cynthia out of the room when Riley called out for her to keep an eye on her. She wasn't going to just let her patient, especially one who just had a violent episode, wander free and potentially cause more harm. As she slipped out the door, she glanced at the agent, who had a gun trained on the other patient--Jaina. If he didn't kill her, there was a chance the orderlies would, and label it as an accident. The girl had killed one of their own, after all. 

[color=99ccff]"Don't kill her,"[/color] Iris requested. [color=99ccff]"She's sick. She cannot be held accountable for actions she doesn't understand!"[/color] She wasn't one to give up on someone, even as Jaina was cackling on the ground, looking up at the gun as if it was just a water pistol and could do no harm. The stun gun, in Iris' opinion, would be a far better solution than ending the patient's life. 

Iris then quickly left the room, catching up with Cynthia. The girl appeared to be in a bit of a haze, asking where the food was and whatnot. [color=99ccff]"In your room, mon cœur,"[/color] Iris reassured her. [color=99ccff]"I had them prepare something for you--it's brilliant, you'll love it."[/color] She smiled at her, before attempting to guide Cynthia away from the murder and attempted-murder scene, and towards her room. 

But back at the scene, giggling on the floor, Jaina stared up at Marc, her face void of understanding. She didn't fear death, since she could not understand it. To her, the orderly was fine--just taking a bit of a nap, really melodramatic the way everyone was reacting.... [color=ff99ff]"Mm, I haven't tried that before...But sure! Why not?"[/color] Jaina laughed, sitting up slightly. [color=ff99ff]"[i]Stick a gun to my head pull the trigger then I'm dead...[/i]"[/color] She shrugged a bit, pondering the meaning of the last word. She had heard a song before that went along those lines, though she never properly understood it. [color=ff99ff]"Fire away, agent!"[/color] she then glanced over at the orderly, and laughed, as if she had shared a private joke with the dead body. 

[color=ff99ff]"God, I love that guy! He's so much fun!"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/0813c0d92c658df7e265eb25f173e82e/tumblr_ojixdaMwz11twi2hjo4_400.gif[/img][hr]Location: Valentino's Italian Restaurant (Diamond District) [/center][hr][hr]Cecily, truthfully, didn't mind the lack of chivalry. She could pull out a chair without anyone's help. While other girls might have been offended, it was a non-issue to her. She perhaps would have been irritated if they [i]had[/i] insisted on going through every doctrine of chivalry, with each rule, in her mind, infantilizing women. Women gave birth, after all--it wasn't hard to pull out her own chair. She sat down at the table, not quite as paranoid as Caesar and Keystone--she didn't scope out vantage points, she didn't look for exits and entrances. The thought didn't cross her mind. 

Given that she had only left the comforts of college two years back, Cecily didn't know much about proper alcohol. She knew about it in a chemical sense, but mostly, her experience came from the few parties she had attended, and whatever alcohol her roommates had decided to purchase. Her uncertainty caused her to be almost entirely unaware of what wine went with what dish--that to when Keystone stated that a different sort of wine would go with fish or a white sauce, she appeared to be either slightly nervous or confused. Her parents might have belonged to the social class that knew all of those items, including which fork to use, but Cecily never really picked up on that information. 

During Caesar and Keystone's conversation, she listened for the most part. At the mention of Seattle, she smiled ever so slightly. Despite never spending much time in the city, it was her birth place. She always had a soft spot for it, out of all of the dozens of cities across the country she had lived in. But when the conversation seemed to die down, Cecily wasn't sure whether to laugh or not at Keystone's comment. She shrugged slightly at Keystone's offer of wine, not clear whether it was an acceptance or a declination.

[color=00ccff]"I doubt you have much to worry about..."[/color] she began, chuckling very quietly. [color=00ccff]"I do forensics down at the morgue--got named acting coroner after Wallace died. And....well, someone tried to kill me during a break in, and then someone tried to kill me again today. Guess that makes me special--people keep missing."[/color]