Memory Games - Newt TMR

*Angel*

The next day I was on kitchen duty. I quickly learned that Frypan was much more fun to have as a friend than a boss. It was clear that my untrained presence in the kitchen was an annoyance to him and the other cooks, who never seemed to stop moving. I apparently wasn't quick enough at chopping or dicing or peeling, and as each hour had passed I'd found it harder to bite my tongue at even the slightest verbal infraction. I didn't know why, but now that I knew there was a way of getting my memories back - of maybe even getting out of here - I felt a lot less fearful. Instead I felt angry. Angry that these boys were so unwilling to try, angry that they hadn't escaped yet. And maybe I was even angry that I'd hardly seen Newt.

He'd said an awkward hello to me as he came into the kitchen that morning, but then he quickly walked away before I could even continue any conversation. I didn't get it, I'd let him pick my name, I thought he was the person I could trust the most in here. Was this all over me not wanting him to touch my arms? Did he know I was hiding something?

My mind was irritated and muddled all day, and it seemed that the boys in the kitchen couldn't help but poke fun at me. How "they thought women were meant to be good at cooking" and "was I sure I was a girl?" After an entire day of this, I was quick to leave and go straight to the shower, too frustrated to ask anyone to guard the door.

I would just be quick, and no one would see me leave the kitchen from the inside entrance. No one would even know I was showering. I rushed up the stairs to Newt's room and dug through the chest, which had now been stocked with my clothing, and grabbed my towel from the hook on the wall before heading back down the stairs.

But then as I turned the corner to go towards the showers, there came a voice from behind me which I jumped at, though I knew who it was immediately.

"You alright Greenie?"

It was Gally.

"Yeah. I'm fine... Are you?" I answered back, irritated but slightly relieved that it was him.

"I'm good. You sure you good? You look pretty pissed off." He asked.

I let out a huff and nodded, snapping "Yes. I'm fine. What do you want?"

I expected him to snap something back at me, to laugh at me or insult me, but his voice remained gentle.

"Well I was gonna shower, then I saw you... Did you want me to stand outside the door?"

He looked concerned - genuinely concerned - and it made me feel guilty for being so rude to him. He was a nice guy, we'd really got on the other day... and I would much rather him guard the door than anyone else right now.

I sighed and forced a small smile, wanting to show my gratitude. "Yes... Thank you. Sorry for being rude, it's- it's been a long day."

He smiled back and let out a little laugh, saying "No worries Greenie, I get it."

I went to tell him my name, but then as I thought of it I automatically thought of Newt, and so I kept my mouth shut as I walked into the shower. I didn't spend long in there, not bothering to study the intricate marks across my body as I usually would. The warm water had calmed my sour mood slightly though, and when I walked out I found it easier to fake a smile to Gally than I had earlier.

"Thanks for that." I said.

"It's okay. If you need someone to keep guard just come find me, it's the least I can do for scaring you like that the other day."

"I did punch you. I feel like we're pretty even."

He chuckled lightly at that and shrugged.

"Yeah maybe."