Jennifer was a little uncomfortable now, and she wasn't quite sure why. But she stood up and looked around the cafeteria. It was too quiet in here. She didn't want to think about life before here. It was hard and ...
And she didn't want Charlie to be in this place. Or anybody else.
"Listen. Um. Thanks for your help, but... I think I need to go." There was no clock, so she couldn't say that it was time for meds, but she was starting to feel very antsy. Very ill at ease.
"Thanks."
Why should thinking about her job be okay, but thinking about the dangers of that job set her off balance? Jennifer didn't know. She just didn't like the feeling that it brought.
She didn't say anything else, just left the person who had only been trying to help behind as she fled the room, almost running but not quite. All she wanted to do was settle down in front of the television and forget all of this. Stop thinking about the bad things. Go back to before when she hadn't known what she'd been outside of here. Let go of the bad feelings that had crawled over her like a whole body itch.