Clare, sighing, gently balled up the blanket and tucked it in a bag she was carrying. "You didn't say please," she said, looking at the guard through her mask. She'd be grinning behind it, and she was disguising her voice. "Also, considering that I'm not REALLY involved here, does it really matter where I decide to stay?" In Al's head, her voice suddenly spoke up telepathically. *Don't say my real name, please... I have a bad feeling about this.*