Prowling through the halls and trying her best to stay quiet in a place that seemed built for echoes, Tonny glanced about and wrinkled her nose. Her wanderings had lead her to an unfamiliar place in the asylum; by the time she had realized that this was definitely not the way to the kitchens, she had become too lost to find her way back. She definitely did not care for this area; the walls seemed dingier than she ever thought possible, cries that wormed through the cracks in the walls seemed much more frequent, and the smell..... She wrinkled her nose again and brought a hand up to her face. "Gawd, it smells like a cat box around here." She wished she had brought someone with her to help raid the kitchens, or at least her recorder to amuse herself. She wished fervently that she had a way of imagining that the odor was really something pleasant, like banana split cake.
Suddenly fancying that she heard footsteps, she ducked into a shadow and tried to remain as still and quiet as possible. It was probably just another one of the doctors with the clipboards that followed her around. If it was, she was prepared to pepper him with insults from afar; after all, what would they do? Throw a needle at her like a dart? If their aim was even as bad as their talent at hiding from her, she would be surprised.
