It was always offsetting, seeing so many new faces around Sing Sing, no matter that Mya was still fairly new to the place herself. Her first few weeks in the place had been spent learning her way around, studying the physical outline of the place (there was a faded one pinned to one of the walls in the administration building, as well as constructing that map inside her head. Familiarizing herself with a place made her feel safer and more confident in knowing where she lived and where she was going.
Some might have said she knew the compound better than those who’d been here since the place was established, but Mya wasn’t so sure she’d have gone that far. No doubt this place had secrets she hadn’t uncovered yet. She was interested, though. Being around old buildings had always spiked her interest. They were ripe with history, most especially because this place once functioned as a working prison. That held endless fascination.
Today wasn’t a day for looking for prison secrets, though. It wasn’t even a day for gathering supplies or exploring Ossining. No, there was too much of a buzz surrounding Sing Sing’s most recent inhabitants. Mya was intrigued. Back in the government safehouses, no one had batted more than an eyelash upon seeing a new face in a safehouse. Probably because there were so many people crammed in together. But here, well, in Mya’s case, she was just damn excited that more people, who were opposing the government, were joining them. Their numbers were still growing.
Without knowing where any of these new people were staying or what they planned to do with their time, Mya set to exploring herself. She followed familiar paths to her usual haunts, and although there were still people she didn’t know by name yet, none of these were part of the recent groups. It wasn’t until she arrived at the gym, and spotted the blonde going at the punching bag, that her search felt successful.
“It’s always good to see women getting physical in here, instead of just the men,” Mya observed kindly. “Other than those yoga sessions they have here on some mornings. Never understood the appeal of that. Too slow, required too much focus and quiet. Boring.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she walked a little closer, watching each strike of the other woman’s fist hit the punching bag.
“I’m Mya. I’ve been here a little over a month, so I’m sort of new, too.” Of course, it was highly possible Mya had already informally met Marlena via the network, but it was difficult to tell, until she could put a name to a face.