Elena pointed a thin white finger at her friend when he mentioned the handlers, "{When was the last time you went to a handler for comfort when you felt bad? So many people here see them as the enemy that maybe she does as well.}" She knew nothing about Nicky except from hearsay, but she was sure that things weren't always what they seemed here.
She smooshed the pineapple on her plate again before finally setting her fork down. Playing with her food was a habit from childhood that she'd never left behind. It was a bad thing to do, she knew that, but she did it anyway. Rather than playing with the other pieces of fruit, Elena picked her glass back up to finish her juice. "{I honestly can't believe that this place functions, especially after I saw the mess that girl made on the eighth floor. We never had these problems in} Oblivion. {Is it always like this?}"