"It wasn't about the crayons," she sighed. "It was the fact that she took them. I don't have a lot that's mine and I had to work to get them in the first place. It took months to find an art supply that security would clear. If I'd known there was an art room here, I'd have let her have them." Honestly, this place sounded more like summer camp than a prison, but she needed to take a look around to really get a feel for the place. "I'm in room 30."