Millisent Napier had lived in the Asylum for nearly a year already, though she had yet to be examined by any staffer (at least to her knowledge!). She knew most of the halls intuitively if not intimately. She knew where to find most things she needed. She knew where she had yet to explore and where to come back for further investigation. She had seen most (except perhaps those strange gijinka, there were just too many), if she hadn't met them already. She had even "met" an old friend she had thought she would never see again. There was one person she was curious about and had yet to even see him. But it was likely that she would not recognize him even if she literally ran into him.Right now she wasn't thinking about all that. The foremost on her mind was food. Even if one knew how to sneak in contraband, food never lasted long. Every patient had to eat the crap the staff called food, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Her gurgling stomach would not stand another missed meal. She was too scrawny anyway; people would start questioning her level of badassery and that was unacceptable.
She scanned the cafeteria for faces she recognized, faces that could prove a threat, and those faces she did not recognize. Then she took up a tray and moved through the line.
