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Lauren shrugged a bit, "Truth is always subject to interpretation." She said rather coldly. She could see Awen's gears spinning about the doc. "Eh, you will probably hate him like the rest and that's alright I suppose, I don't see any point in that myself. We're stuck here might as well adapt to survive. Besides, how many times do normal people wish for something strange to happen to them just once? That's why you see those crackpots claiming they see bigfoot or aliens. They want something out of the ordinary."

She smiled a bit, "We're like mutants now, you know like x-men!" They had reached the clearing and the village was within sight, the sunset had turned the whole island an orange pink mixture. "Well, it's getting late and I need to get up early for my lessons. I'm at Duplex 10 if you want to hang, give me a buzz." She waved at Awen as she started saunter off in an opposing direction. Their duplexes were nearly at opposite sides of the village.

You couldn't work all the time.

Anjali, as had become all too common in recent days, had run out of work to do. They were waiting on this supply from the mainland that hadn't come yet, or that plant shipment that hadn't arrived, or... any one of a number of excuses. Excuses, excuses everywhere. Anjali was beginning to suspect that it might be a conspiracy, something designed to force her out of her routine and make her respond to what was going on. She'd seen the pleased smirk on Doctor Duvert's face when he'd told her she was part of the experiment too, and wouldn't put it past them to watch her emotional reactions just for kicks, sick as it was...

She refused to be used. Not like that, anyway, not in what ways she could still help. She was going to be a lab rat; she refused to be entertainment as well. So when work ran thin, Anjali had taken to plunging into the jungle and losing herself in the plants that needed no tending, that grew wild and thick. Being able to explore essentially pristine island forest had been a draw for her originally, hadn't it?

And now it was another sort of sanctuary.

Right now, Anjali was absorbed in an orchid clinging to the side of a huge tree, apparently growing either parasitically or symbiotically, she couldn't quite tell yet... but it had quite a perfume. She made small notes in her dirt-smudged notebook and tried to relax. While she hadn't cracked emotionally again yet, she felt tense, watched, all the time. Her shoulder muscles were tight and achy - but she felt she could loosen up, just a bit, here. After all, they couldn't be watching her even in the depths of this place... could they?

Anjali jumped at the sound of another voice - she hadn't been expecting that, not out here! "Ah! Oh..." She turned quickly, and her eyes widened at what she saw. A... apparently young woman.... or... mostly... woman...?

She blinked, realizing too late that she was staring, and had been for almost thirty seconds. "I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Anjali quickly inclined her head in a respectful nod. "I am Anjali... and you are...?" Questions like 'why do you have feathers?' and 'what happened to your face?' could come later - although she suspected, with a twisting feeling in her gut, that she knew the answers to those already.

"Greer... that's an interesting name." Anjali nodded towards the orchids. "You made this path, then? I was wondering. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing a private place, but these specimens are truly exquisite." Her voice had a lilt to it, as well as a British accent. She hesitated.

"Ah... you're... here for the experiment, then?" Anjali said, finally, trying to put it as delicately as possible.

"Misumenopes formosipes... you'll have to forgive me, I'm no longer as up on my etomology as I was while at university. Although, if it redeems my education any, I think these are fine examples of domingoa nodosa," Anjali added, smiling. She felt a bit more at ease. A fellow explorer and seeker of knowledge - and, really, she knew a bit about bugs herself, simply as an offshoot of her botany studies. "I was studying to be a botanist," she added. "But now I am simply a gardener... supposedly." Anjali looked down suddenly, as if avoiding something.

"... I suppose I am also part of the experiment," she said, finally, her voice tight.

"Pretty, yes... but rather marred by that last word." Anjali shook her head, then reached up with one hand to adjust the headband holding her bangs back. "You are... becoming a bird, then?" she said, lamely, feeling rather silly about stating the obvious but unable to come up with any pat, socially acceptable way to put it.

Anjali shook her head. "I appreciate your willingness, but... you couldn't answer the questions I have, honestly," she said, quietly. "Although, if you don't mind, I will ask how you came here... and what your hobbies are other than the obvious, and other such common chit-chat. We might as well be in some arboretum enjoying a stroll before going to the theater. So terribly normal... and nice," Anjali added, wistfully. Unless Moreau decided to transform a whole troupe of actors, there would be no more plays of an evening for her. The realization was sudden and hit harder than she expected.

Anjali blinked at the sudden deluge of information - a bit more than she'd asked for, and all at once, but that was all right. "Feral Labs... yes, that was the name on the job posting I answered," Anjali said with a sigh. "As I said before, I was once studying botany in university, got quite high up actually... before I decided it wasn't what I wanted to do. I wanted to work with plants outside in good solid earth, not tiptoe around a white sterile room with sprouts clinging to sample vials." She shook her head. "Not that the scientific knowledge doesn't serve me well, but I prefer gardening - which is what I was hired here to do. I still am, actually; I get paid a fair salary and have the supplies I need... if not the plants, just yet. I'm working on landscaping the Village at the moment."

She paused, then sighed. "Greer, do you know anyone else that's part of this whole ordeal? Are there many on the island? I haven't been the most social of people lately," she admitted.