Sandy's handler was okay too, she had to admit that. Rachel had been nothing but polite and kind and hadn't once tried to stab her with a needle. That being said, Sandy still didn't want to trust her. She didn't want to trust anyone, not outside of the people that she knew. That she trusted because they knew where she'd come from, what they'd all been through together. Limbo was simultaneously bringing them closer together and splitting them apart and she hated it.
There was, however, a sudden relief from the whirling of Dove's thoughts and she looked up from the table to the other girl, a grateful look crossing her face along with the ghost of a small smile.
"The handlers here are much nicer than the ones in Inferno," Sandy agreed. "There they just... drug you if you're a problem. Make you sleep the days away so they don't have to deal with you."
She drew in a breath and then shook her head. "Don't apologise, Dove. You've got nothing to be sorry for." Sandy didn't believe in apologising unless she had a reason, and even then sometimes getting an apology out of her was like getting blood from a stone. Start apologising for everything and people will walk all over you, or that was what Sandy thought.
"I kinda think they see us as weapons, not people. This is why I preferred being out there. I might not have had hot water or anything, but..." she trailed off, distracted momentarily by the loud passing thoughts of someone nearby.
She dragged her attention back to Dove. "You feeling a little better?"