Kian looked out the window while fiddling with a lock that locked her jacket in place, it actually made it a lot harder to strip. The driver of the taxi was so clearly avoiding looking at her, probably because she had already tried to undress herself a few times and he was afraid to see if she had succeeded yet. She groaned inwardly, "Are we close?" She was running thin on patience, how could someone as amazing and awesome as her end up in an asylum? They probably just wanted to make sure she wasn't letting all the world's adoration go to her head. As the taxi pulled up to the Asylum she handed the driver his payment as well as a piece of paper with her signature, "I'm feeling generous so here's my autograph, you should feel lucky to have it from some one as awesome as me." The driver shook his head and drove away. Kian stood on the steps to the asylum not completely ready to go inside, however she continued because she guessed they would drag her in if she didn't walk in herself.