Tom had been back within the walls of the building for only a day when he had learned that she was regarded as a pariah of sorts among the orphans, that she was spoken of only under their breath. "Strange," they called her. "Crazy." They eyed her in a way that was familiar to Tom, as they had looked to him with the same gaze. Wide eyes filled with fear of the unknown, with confusion to what this being before them was, what they were capable of. "She does things like Tom used to do. I don't trust her," one of them had said when they did not see him around the corner, their tone repulsed and filled with hatred, dripping like acid.