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Samantha frowned as well. "Someone you know here? How long have you been here, exactly? Or if you have connections, maybe they know something..." She was just musing aloud at this point, trying to work through her own racing thoughts.

Rather than seeming fearful or nervous like Karen, Samantha seemed to only grow more intense as the conversation continued. "Ya' know, I'm getting really, really tired of all this secrecy and crap." Subconsciously starting to pop her knuckles again, she thought back to the conversation she'd had with Shawn on her first day out in the yard. "If I find out that I'm being used for something without my knowledge or okay...well, let's just say that someone is going to pay..."

"Hmm...interesting..." Samantha's analytical mind was turning now. She'd been presented with a mystery and she meant to solve it. Plus, she had landed smack dab in the middle of it, so it was sorta' personal.

"Wait...Hayden, was it? Why does that name sound familiar...? Can't say I've met him yet, but I think I've heard his name somewhere before..." She shrugged, dropping the issue for now. She'd think of where she'd heard that name later, when she wasn't trying.

"Something definitely isn't right here," Samantha continued. "I've been to plenty of places for experimental procedures and not one of them has had security anywhere near this insane. This is more than just some research facility for a new medical procedure. Something very weird is going on here and I plan to figure out what it is, one way or another." Unwittingly admitting more than she had intended, it was obvious that Samantha was getting careless due to her emotions. Looks like her fiery temper was going to get her in trouble again if she wasn't careful.

Samantha paused long enough to smack herself in the forehead with her palm. "Thanks...to be honest, I'm getting sick of telling that story anyway, as well as the looks of pity that seem to accompany it." She glared at the ground for a moment before Karen's last sentence sunk into her brain.

"Wait a minute...what do you mean by that? Why wouldn't you be leaving the island?" Samantha's eyes narrowed in suspicion. What in all Hoenn was going on here?

She stood up rather suddenly, slamming her drink bottle down on the bench. "ARRGH! This is frustrating!" Pacing back and forth, she started thinking out loud again. "First, I show up for 'experimental medical treatment' and afterwards, no one will talk to me about anything, not even what they did while poking around in my insides! Then, I keep hearing about people getting strange injections and having gas pumped into their rooms...and now, you're saying they're not going to even let you leave the island again!" Stalking over to the punching bag, she let out all of her pent-up anger and fury into a single straight-arm cross, sending the bag swinging wildly, despite its weight.

Ignoring the bag, Samantha rubbed her fist and turned to shoot an icy glare towards the lab building. "I don't know about you, but I've had enough."

Samantha's look darkened, mirroring Karen's. "Sounds like they're using different methods on everyone. They're adapting. That's more dangerous than if they were just using the same routine on everyone. In your case, I'd say it was the coffee. Sounds like the best opportunity for them at least. Mine was easy. They knocked me out for the surgery and were free to do whatever the hell they wanted."

Practically growling as she considered the implications, Samantha's fury was quickly growing beyond anything she could possibly hide. "DAMMIT ALL!" she shouted, kicking the bag angrily and setting it swinging again. "What the hell did they do to me? What were they doing while poking around in my insides?!?" Breathing heavily, she clenched her fists so tightly that she practically dug her nails into her skin.

Karen turned, mid-stride to going to place a hand on Samantha's shoulder to try and calm her down. Frowning a little she raised a brow. "And you know what's going on?" She asked, eyeing the other woman up and down slowly, trying to gather as much information she could from first glance.

"They seem to be want to hiding it, since they wouldn't really tell me anything of much importance when I asked, and I'm writing for a paper, so if they'd tell you something, you must have some sort of leverage the either of us lack."

Like sleeping with the good doctor maybe...

The janitor peered out from under the brim of his cap, pulling long and deep from his cigarette. This one, he would be keeping an eye on.

Phil leaned on his broom, not even pretending to be busy anymore. The new girl- well, he'd met her type before.
More than met, actually, on several occasions.
Talking like that, she wouldn't be making any friends- Especially not with the hot-headed Samantha. And despite the very recent martial display by the latter, Phil suspected Sam might have to be careful around this one.
She's going to play dirty.

Phil smirked. Who are you in bed with, Missy? Who gave you that bottle?
Who's pocket do you think you're in, that you believe you can get away with alienating other people when already in an alien situation?
Things were going to get interesting. He liked games like these.

Eliana snorted derisively, shaking her head with amusement. "You call me the 'self-important peon?' Don't tell me you haven't been strutting around here, acting like you're something special just 'cause you're Doc Hakan's niece and he got you in here easy. Some of us had to work to get in here," she practically spat in Samantha's direction. Her slitted eyes were narrowed dangerously as if daring the other woman to try something.

Like she was supposed to be impressed by that little show of anger a minute ago? Yeah, right. As if that was supposed to scare her.