Some people arrive in this place with good friends. Other arrive to find out their estranged, not entirely stable, father is there. For Ashley that is something that she has to deal with, while wondering where her mother is, and how long before the Cabal reveals what it is they want from her.

Which is why all of the listening and watching. She needs to know if they're prisoners, if they're plants to try and watch over them, and if it's a mixture, then who is who?

So when a bowl is set down near to her, she raises her gaze, watching him curiously. He doesn't look familiar, though that doesn't say much. The soldiers had been disguised, and it isn't as if they know the faces of the Cabal. Of course, she might be familiar to him if he's an abnormal that knew of her mother and the Sanctuary. Which would definitely explain the gesture.

Slowly she moves to close her her book, laying her pen on top of it.

"You know, I mean, if you have poisoned this, that really isn't something that's going to end well for you," she says, even as she reaches for the bowl, pulling it closer. "You're lucky that I'm hungry," she notes, having been cautious about helping herself to meals. She doesn't want them thinking she feels indebted to them.

Picking up the spoon, she stirs it slowly, watching him curiously. "You got a name?"