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[i]Information overload.[/i]

From the noise and sudden realization of escape to the girl shouting at her to come with her to the exasperated remarks of another person that Penelope Lauvergne didn’t recognize, there was a lot for the dark-haired sixteen year old to process. As Penelope took the girl’s hand without uttering much of a vocal response, in her mind she was trying to contemplate and analyze the situation at hand—but it was difficult when other people whom she presumed were other “patients” seemed to come out of the woodwork. As one of the other patients, a girl, shot a gun into the air and began speaking plans of escaping in the most simple and inane way Penelope had to prevent herself from condescending groaning out loud.

[color=8084A9]“None of you actually had a plan, did you?”[/color]

She pressed her glasses closer to her face as she began to note certain characteristics and appearances of the group. As she did so she remained quiet while she pondered over what the next suggestion for escape could have been. Perhaps something as obtuse as “if we try our best, we all can work together to get out of here”, even. If such a statement was uttered she wasn’t sure if she was going to laugh or cry first.