The day before had been the first time Darcy had ventured out of the prison structure itself, because she knew she had to. She hated feeling like a victim, and she knew that in the world she lived in now, there wasn't anyone else around who would make her do things like this if she didn't do it herself. Sure, she could probably talk to the shrinks but really, what was the point? She didn't want to. There were other people more messed up than her. After all, she'd just been molested by some crazy chick. That happened to people all the time, right?
Shoving those thoughts out of her head, Darcy stepped out of the prison and slowly started for the fence. She'd decided that part of her own personal therapy would be taking a walk outside each day. While she didn't want to go across the fence, the outside air would hopefully do her good, and she could work on trying to be more comfortable again, even if she wasn't all that safe.
After a few minutes of walking along the perimeter, her dark blue eyes caught sight of a familiar figure and she stopped short, blinking to make sure that she wasn't imagining it, before finally stepping just a little closer.
"Loki? ....Hey." She added after a short pause, staring at him curiously.