Jonnie shook her head. She spooned sugar into her own cup, ignoring the other two as she poured scalding coffee into each. Milk followed, another slow, steady pour as she collected her racing thoughts. Her face betrayed nothing; she merely worked, and observed her housemates closely as she took each their warm mug in turn. Her small service done, she returned to the counter to her own mug, there to fill it with milk until it until it was the color of thin caramel. She was stirring still as she moved to the table, taking a seat beside Madison. Her hands curled around the mug, warming herself on its scalding sides.
"Paintball?" Her nose wrinkled slightly. "The rest has a sadistic, vaguely clinical aspect I can understand, at least in the context of testing. But paintball? What purpose was that intended to serve?"