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Routine, Min-Ji worked well with routine. It didn't take long for the guards and management to figure this out even with subtle things like changes in schedule. Things like the infernal Daylight Savings Time for instance was a concept she did not take well to nor understand. Eventually even things like that became at least a little tolerable. So it was none too surprising then that she dusted off her hands and approached the door. On queue a slot opened in front of her and she stuck her arms through where two shackles were mechanically clasped around her wrists. With a third restraint clamped around her neck "The Battery", the block's pet, had her powers restricted to short and touch based range. As was learned long ago, completely locking away an inmate's abilities was a good way to get them killed, which was largely a waste in the eyes of science.

Door opened she was met by three guards. A quick glance revealed familiar faces behind the masks. [b]"How is the Arc Dragon today?"[/b] An odd question to the uninitiated, but for Min-Ji the answer often gave hint to if she was in one of her particular moods.

[color=powderblue]"She is fine."[/color] The woman stated simply and stepped out of the cell, seemingly unfazed by the weapons pointed at her and she began calmly walking in the direction of the cafeteria unprompted. The guards relaxed slightly, though they wouldn't let her out of their sight. Interacting with the other inmates was more like rolling dice since they were unknown variables on a good day. 

[indent]Doctor's Note: Despite potential hazards to both the subject and others, Min-Ji (aka Arc Dragon) is encouraged to mingle with fellow inmates. The hope is that it will help us better understand her responses and triggers. Ideally with enough data we may be able to inhibit the negative responses and potentially replicate the neurological activity to better pacify more of the residents.[/indent]

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Plastic tray with one serving of mystery substance later, the Asian woman stood and observed the room for an uncomfortable amount of time. Her attention turned over to the woman roasting a guards hands with burning hot cuffs. Blinking slowly and unmoved by the agony on display she looks up at Ameliya. For a second it looked like she might say something, but the inclination died in a flash and she stepped away.

Min-Ji would approach one of the tables adjacent to where most of the others were gathering. Eyes drifting down slightly she eyed another inmate who looked as much metal as man. [color=powderblue]"I am sitting here. Move over."[/color] She would state as if she were talking about the weather. 

Craning his neck up with a scowl the man glared at Min-Ji who looked back with a glazed expression. There must have been an agreement or previous encounter because after a few seconds he shifted over and made room for the small woman to sit on the bench. For the next five minutes she wasted time poking at her food and listening to the things going on around her. Most of it was uninteresting, useless drivel which was all one could expect to hear when buried alive underground to rot. One of them asked about strength or some such. Others were chuckling about something. Hard to tell, humor was complicated for her most of the time. Things? Mmm... One of them was the woman complaining in her cell earlier. Lot of good that did. 

Of all the things that did catch her attention is was the myriad of smells in the room. Extremely annoying. A slight buzzing sound, that tiny electrical hum you hear in an appliance when you flick it on, began to emanate from Min-Ji. Around her the air began to smell like after a thunderstorm, almost chlorine like. The human air freshener huffed a bit and proceeded to eat with the inconvenience cleared up.