Ferb unhooked his belt, glad his pants fit well, and looked around the institution. It was the sort of place where only the orderlies were wearing shoes because the patients weren't going anywhere anytime soon. He was glad he didn't have any other objects with him - he'd even thought to leave his pen at home - and he kept his hands in his pockets as they walked down the hall to Claire's room.
He knew that Dib would see her as a job, but Ferb wanted to keep in mind that she was a girl, with a name and parents somewhere, friends. A life. She was sitting with her back to the furthermost corner of the room, and Ferb bit his lip. He figured it was so she could keep an eye on the barred window as well as the door. Her red hair was cut short, almost boyish, at odd angles. "She keeps ripping it out," the orderly murmured to him, and he sighed.