[color=B0E0E6][center][h2][b][u]Amelia Scott[/u][/b][/h2][i][h3]Location: The Facility[/h3][/i]
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Amelia stared from one person to another as each one spoke; from the blonde women's detailed explanation, to the man shouting, and then the two newcomers. Her vision went hazy briefly, though she could hear the conversation well enough. She sighed and focused her vision on the girl detailing how she had been there longer then they had. Superpowers? They thought that they had superpowers? Was there something in her blood test that revealed information about her? She frowned as her panic began to settle in. What kind of superpower did she possess that warranted this insanity? They would be experimented on? What the hell was this? 

Her panic briefly eased, for the man speaking, or rather, yelling, caused her to snicker.  She recalled watching X-Men and reading a few comic books. The laugh was distorted though, due to her pain. She swallowed hard.  Superpowers. If it was true, she wondered what her ability was that forced them to kidnap her.  What abilities did the others possess?  It must have been enough to scare the government into kidnapping them all. Fear made people do the craziest of things. She knew that well enough from listening to many horrifying or tragic stories from her clients. Perhaps if they did all possess these "frightening" abilities, it would be enough to help them escape. That was a possibility, right? She bit her lip as her heart rate began to soar.  Her hands became clammy as she tried to withhold an anxiety attack from forming. [i]In and out,[/i] she told herself and released slow, deep breaths. 

As Amelia glanced around, she found each was around her age, give or take a few years. They did not appear threatening, despite the angry man yelling. She pursed her lips, able to decipher his emotions. The anger, desperation, and fear in her eyes told her that something else was bothering him about being here. His jokes, however, were not going to be taken lightly by these assholes. She knew that well enough. Amelia knew damn well this was not a game. This was a genuine nightmare they were in together. She needed not focus on that however, or else she'd be spiraling again and God knew that would not help at all.  She took a deep breathe and pushed away her fear and anxiety for the moment. She was used to masking her emotions anyways for her clients' sake.

She managed a smirk at the "keep calm and carry on", comment from the English man. There had been mugs that she kept in her office at work with a similar saying, though hers were inspirational or humorous to make her patients laugh. Her heart lurched again. She wished that this was a dream so she could wake up and go to work. Most people complained about it, and despite her remarks here and there, she genuinely loved it. Amelia ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she listened to take her mind off the pain. She wanted to reply, though there was hardly a break in any of the conversation. It was semi-comforting to know she was not alone and each individual had something to say. 

The latest newcomer spoke directly to her, something she tried to focus her attention on. Her right leg was beginning to ache tremendously from putting too much pressure on it. Propping her leg up sounded fantastic; she was going to injure herself if she continued trying to stand.  She hoped there was ice around here so she could ease the pain. She had been thinking she would tough it out. She had not liked the idea of showing her pain too visibly, should these government officials use it against her. 

After Matthias finished talking, he offered her his arm. She stared in surprise and at first, she did not move. Was she seeing right? She blinked harder and the man was indeed trying to assist her. She smiled faintly and accepted his arm. [/color][color=F08080]"Thank you so much,"[/color][color=B0E0E6]She leaned against him lightly and managed a faint, mischievous smirk.[/color][color=F08080]"I tripped in my flats trying to escape. Who knew I'd be needing running shoes today?"[/color] 

[color=B0E0E6]She tried to make a joke, but it may have fallen flat. She tried to ignore it.[/color] [color=F08080] "My name is Amelia, and I'm 27 years old."[/color] [color=B0E0E6] She bit her lip and sighed in relief; taking the pressure of her ankle and speaking, was bringing her relief. [/color][color=F08080]"I'm in for heading to the cafeteria and propping up my leg. Shall we head there and see what glorious cafeteria we have been provided?"[/color][color=B0E0E6] She managed a genuine smile this time. She wanted to try to lighten the mood, if for just a moment. She didn't give a damn about her panic right now; she wanted to help these people.[/color]