[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

Almost as soon as they were left relatively alone, she started moving about exploring her new surrounding. The last few days were boring, with only Emma's visit to break the monotony. She had stared up at the white ceiling of that hospital room, while the flower by the table side wilted. At least her drugs made it more bearable; floating around in a half haze from under all those suppression and the drugs made it seem like only a little while before she was ushered out again.

Ushered out with several guards, cuffs, and a lot of people observing her.

If she still had the magnetized gauntlets and greaves they made her wear, it would almost feel as if she had never left the first facility at all. 

It was no surprise she immediately gravitated towards the piano once she noticed it; it was hard to miss with all its grandeur, especially considering the place they were in. Perhaps it was a good thing the music room was insulated, for she found great pleasure in banging out a cacophonous racket. A new environment with colors and interesting shapes was something she was not used to. Not even the weight of all the suppressors on her could curb her curiosity, nor her incessant banging on the piano.