"all right but a room is always open if you ever want to come back," Scorn said though on the inside she was disappointed that Sam wouldn't stay. She needed people who would stay longer then just finishing off the Syndicate and moving on. Perhaps she could still somehow convince her but that would be something to do at a later date.

"As for the others, yes they can write so it probably would be wise to ask names, they just never bothered to try and write them down before when I found them," she shrugged. She never had been all to interested to learn their names whatever they were ",I wouldn't say they were forced to be like this, from the little I found out in Empire City, most of the Reapers and the Dustmen chose to follow there respected leaders, mind control was just part of the first Reaper leaders means of making sure they didn't change their minds after they chose to follow her. As for the Dustmen, I don't really know why they don't speak well, perhaps the first leader did something to them as well."

"Still as for your room do whatever you want with it, even if you don't have much you can probably think of something to do with it," Scorn added. Her room, which no one ever saw, was covered with drawings, nothing to fancy but some would find them disturbing no doubt. She did it to keep her sanity, or what little bit she had of it so she wouldn't loose herself entirely. Yet despite it's disturbing appearance on the walls, it was well organized and all her items were kept in specific locations oddly. The contrast between the walls and the organization of the room was somewhat ironic. She could care less on the disorganization of the appearance of the walls but the floor and items had to be in the right places.