Marilyn stuffs a syringe with a light blue-ish liquid in her pocket, then hearing footsteps behind her. She hopes it is not a staff or a student, that syringe is special and not to be played with. Marilyn turns around, spotting you as she sighs in relief.

“It’s just you..”

She chuckles softly, picking up a plant and moving it to another table. She looks at you with her brown ‘innocent’ eyes as she spoke.

“How’s my favorite student, hm?”