Kiley didn't want to volunteer for greeting people and it was probably better for all potential new people not to have to deal with her on the first day they arrived. She wasn't much of a cheery person in this place, and she wouldn't sugarcoat. Not the way someone like Pam would. As she listened to the discussion, she stared at her half empty glass of water, finger tapping rhythmically on the table top in front of her.
There was a window project for empty rooms. Two empty rooms. Greeters to hover outside new patients that replaced people taken from the experiment. Terminated. Personally, Kiley would have been super suspicious of anyone hanging around her door the first day she woke up in this place. She would have assumed they were part of this, that they were behind what was happening. Who knew how other people would react to it. As ideal as it all sounded, trust was never instant, at least not in Kiley's book.
"We're all damaged people, aren't we?" Kiley asked simply, looking over at Cecilia. "I mean, that has to be it. I assume we all have something they can trigger, which is why they're doing these bizarre experiments on us. Why the rewards and punishments are so specific to who we are. What the end game is, I don't know. But they obviously know plenty about us. Stuff we don't know about each other and probably don't want to know. So I don't think the answer will be in some basic 'get to know you' survey. I think it's deeper than that. Probably darker, I don't know. The stuff we should probably know about each other, no one will want to talk about, right?" She shrugged and sat back in her chair, glancing around the table. "At least not until we're forced to."