[ If they didn’t talk about mildly personal issues such as family and the things that makes one wake up in a cold sweat, they are definitely not talking about Miles Mayer. Not the act, not the panic attack, and certainly not the fact that Alex can’t quite come to terms how someone who watched over her, made her coffee, and even saved her life was capable of something like that.

And now they’re having lunch not talking about the man whose death drove their little group apart.

Alex chooses the waffles and berries. So predictable of her but she likes what she likes. ]

I… it was fine. I met a few very kind people on my first night. They helped a lot. But—

[ She probably doesn’t need to say the obvious: nothing here is anything close to what Ergastulum is like. ]

It was hard to be this independent at first. I could go anywhere and do anything and… I wasn’t sure if I was capable of that.