"Padded room doesn't work. Even if they bolt the floor to the bed, someone is always stupid enough to leave an opening," she quipped, swinging her feet against the chair. "Wow, do they really not give you people access to student files?"

Anemone pointed at herself slowly. "We have issues," she intoned mock-seriously, deliberately letting her pronoun usage shift. "At least, that's what we've been told."