The room wasn't quite deserted. In the corner furthest from where the sun would hit, on a very comfy lazy-boy that he'd never admit to enjoying spending the night in, curled up and covered in a blanket was a doctor who had gotten as far away from everyone else the night before as he could. The voices were coming again, more and more often. Twice yesterday. If he hadn't left his room and gotten physicality away from everyone, he might just have gone insane from all the noise and thoughts. Luckily this telepathy thing of his seemed to have a range limit and while sleeping on the chair hadn't removed all the voices, it had removed enough that the aspirin worked again to dull the pain.
He was loosely aware that there was more to the facilities than what he was currently allowed to explore and had decided that once the day's business had started, he was going to ask to be moved to them just to get out of range of all the thoughts. Or have their resident telepath actually talk to him and perhaps help him with blocking it all out. The mental privacy issue was quickly losing status as a hurdle with each bout.
When the girl came in and began moving furniture around, Nathaniel was rousted from his sleep by the noise. He shifted himself quietly to look at what she was doing. Drawing a flower in the sunlight... how very cliche for a child. And comforting in it's own way. It was enough to make his lips twist upward at the corner in a genuine smile.
"Good morning, child," Nathaniel whispered, trying to keep the relative silence of the place where it was. "Where did you ever find such a pretty rose at this hour?"