She didn't really know how to handle his mercurial moods. She could barely handle her own, to be fair. Especially lately. She'd been feeling a bit like a lottery machine, pinballs rattling around inside of her chest. Never knew what was going to come out.

Fun times.

"Not to play 'scare the newbie' or anything here," she said, offering him a wry smile, "but 'something weird is definitely going on' is pretty much the motto we're living by in this nut house."

If you couldn't laugh about your situation, you'd cry. The was pretty much the last truth Fatima had to hold onto. Other than the fact that bugs hated fire.

"What's your name?"