She didn’t resist the pull and let him guide her forward and away from the courtyard without even casting a look behind her. Despite her uncharacteristic behaviour, she hadn’t completely tuned out from reality and what attention she was able to muster was now focused on Adam. “Why not, all this bother you?”
“Bothers me I guess is the right way to think about it,” Adam said, not sure where to take them, but he was starting towards the library. That was where he’d met her, so it seemed safe enough. “Not sure how I feel about it. Also pretty sure that I’d rather not piss anyone off and have to go back to prison.”
“We are in prison,” Meg said, voice still oddly flat though a little of her trademark attitude may have coloured the edges of it somewhat. “Just ‘cause there’s no guards and we got a pool don’t change that. There ain’t no way out and we’re living by their rules, it’s prison.”
“Well true, but no one here is trying to jump me in the showers,” Adam said, twinge of humor to an all too true statement. He cut his eyes over to her with a little frown. “How you holding up?”
If she had been her usual self, she probably would’ve laughed at that or made a snappy comment in return. Instead she just hummed in vague acknowledgement and would have kept on walking if it weren’t for the question that followed, bringing with it the full weight of the situation down on her head with a force that stopped her in her tracks; a categorical ‘not good’ if ever there was one.