Well, then. She stared at him for a moment, then hastily scribbled on her notepad again.

Yes. I just finished another one.

Peer interviews, and Lucy without a partner, all she had seen were a handful of strangers, asking and answering the same things over and over. But there was something about it that made her feel more familiar, more comfortable. They turned into conversations, and she opened minds with her disability, that much she could sense. She'd been shocked at the lack of resistance, and that no one bothered to hold it against her that she didn't speak. This really would be the place for her, wouldn't it?

But she had to get through this first. Hurriedly, Lucy looked over the list of questions.

What kind of pets would you like to own? Turning the words to him, she looked perhaps a bit expectant.