The last time that Remi couldn't get out of her head it was made possible by being in the kitchen. It was just a couple of club sandwiches but it was that little bit of home. It was small but there was something about making herself food. Like she wasn't being kitchen in a government facility. It wasn't like her kitchen at home but it was less like a prison.
She didn't think there would be a problem if she did it again. Although this time she didn't ask and had just headed into the kitchen. She looked up when she was asked to close the door behind her. Which she had no problem doing.
"It's me again," she smiled as she walked further into the kitchen. "I hope it's okay."