[Vague self-preservation causes a little bit of hesitation in leaving her room, but not much--the beep of her bracelet and her groggy mind lead her quickly enough into the park. Once the doors shut and her mind sharpens, she realizes what's happening. That explains how people are ending up in the park, she supposes.
There's none of Belgium's usual good-naturedness or cheer. She looks around a couple of times and then, apparently satisfied with that, stares into the gloom of the park with all the fury of a lioness protecting her cubs.
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There's none of Belgium's usual good-naturedness or cheer. She looks around a couple of times and then, apparently satisfied with that, stares into the gloom of the park with all the fury of a lioness protecting her cubs.
She waits to see what will happen.]