They'd told her the food she was eating was the same food they gave her grandfather at Ryker's. With knowing glowering, like she didn't know her grandfather was a monster. Like that was news. Her stomach was in knots; she felt so awful. But it was when they made reference to 'the background on /both/ sides of the family that she got quietly angry. And more scared. So scared.
After the questions, she was sick. And sick again. As she lay on the floor, she could hear the guards, somewhere in the distance, comment that she wasn't much for a 'third-generation terrorist.'
She didn't know what was supposed to happen now.
The metal wasn't very comfortable at all as she slipped a little into the floor.
And then she felt it. Jordan. Jordan needed her.
Mel took a deep breath, gathered her strength --- it wasn't much, but it would have to do, so it was going to do -- and worked her way slowly into the floor, the walls, towards Jordan.
The room will be nervous and upset once she gets to it, but she'll get to it.
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