Simple things kept Orla happy. Of course, simple things like freedom seemed to be in short supply, and so, Orla had to make do with being content. There were worse places, she supposed. Worse things and worse people, at least here she was able to move around, she could still use her abilities if she felt like it and she knew, definitively that her friends, the ones she'd been worried about, were relatively okay.
Because this wasn't where anyone really wanted to be. As much as she might give Alejandro a bit of a hard time about his recruitment and furthering the cause mentality, she got it. Because it actually seemed like there were people in here who believed that this was right, that this was how they should live. It made her hope all the more that the SEA passed, that this place was shut down and these people got to figure out that life beyond all of this was better. Even if it meant taking cues from Alejandro and playing some kind of real world guide to some of these people.
Attempting to clear her head of some of these things, Orla had found a small corner in the Cafe to settle, a beat up paperback book from the shop in front of her, nothing of great interest at all, just an average book about some hidden secrets in an old house for a new heir to find. Fluffy mystery nonsense, really, but it had most of her attention, to the point where she hadn't noticed Kathryn come in until her younger step-sibling was sitting opposite her.
Time was meant to heal wounds, and Orla was a damn adult now, it'd been over fifteen years since she'd laid eyes on any of her family, which in her opinion was a good thing given how horrid they were. Even as a young girl she knew they were bitterly cruel, for no reason other than they could be. She wasn't certain adulthood could've changed that in Kathryn, even if she was put through a similar experience to Orla.
The only difference was, Orla figured it out, and left. Kathryn either thought herself different, or didn't understand her cruelness of her own mother. "Apparently it's a side gig they offer. Come for the shiny controlling tech, stay for the long lost reunion stories." She was wary, uncertain if there would be a trap or trick to come from this -she was a grown ass woman and this girl was her sibling so why was she still acting like a child.
Closing her book, not really bothering about the page, Orla took a calming breath, making her hair straighten out to keep herself collected. "It's been a while, Kathryn, you'll looking well." All things considered.