You find two children wandering about the facility. One of them, a boy, seems happy to be here, while the other, a girl, seems to only be here from some sort of obligation.

“Hey, Lisa, You should turn that frown upside-down.” The boy suggests, in a positive manner. “Enoch, I want to go home…” The girl responds, longingly. “This is our home, Lisa!” Enoch says, trying to convince Lisa, before he accidentally bumps into you.

“Oh, sorry, I was busy talking with her.” Enoch apologizes, and Lisa abstains from commenting on Enoch’s clumsiness.