Day one...

Kate, at least, had been assigned a room. She'd retreated to it as soon as she could, hurrying past a few dozen inmates on the way. She hastily pulled the door shut behind her, blushing, and trying not to think of all the people she'd just run past and all they must have seen.

Today had not gone well.

She took a step back and collapsed onto the thin mattress. Of all the directions her life could have gone, she'd never expected 'treated in Arkham for **** exhibitionism' to be one of the paths.

The old door started to move until it was ajar. Kate hurried back to her feet and pushed it shut again. That figured, no lock and too old to stay closed properly. Groaning, Kate sat with her back against it, butt on the cold floor, to make extra sure it didn't swing open to reveal more than she wanted to.

Now she had to wait. Plan some way to get out of there, though she wasn't sure of the options. While Arkham had been notorious for its revolving door in the past, that meant that it was harder for people to be let out for even legitimate reasons now.

Which... wasn't encouraging.

Add into that the fact it was late, and the fact she was currently unable to get dressed, scouting for an escape just then didn't seem fun. Luke had said the nanites shouldn't last for more than a day though, so if she waited, things might be better.

Maybe they'd even let her leave as soon as she got dressed again. She could hope.

Kate closed her eyes. After a second she tore her mattress off the thin frame bed and used it to help keep the door shut, not wanting it to swing open and reveal her body to the guards and inmates while she slept. She closed her eyes, the door against her bare back, and tried to sleep and not think of her nudity.

She woke up, unsure of whether the nanites would have worn off yet, at the feeling of the door behind her rattling. Someone was knocking. Kate jerked upright, quickly remembering where she was.

"Miss Moore, it's time," the muffled voice said.

Kate stiffened, thinking quickly. It took her a moment to remember that was the name she'd used. She wasn't sure what she was meant to do. Forcing her way out seemed like it would just make life harder, though who knew what they meant to do? Hopefully nothing much yet.

She stood up, holding the pillow in front of herself. The door opened to reveal an orderly. Kate felt her cheeks redden for the first time since the previous evening.

"Please leave the bedding in your room, Miss Moore, and come with me," the orderly said.

Hesitantly, Kate acquiesced.