babysitter. a breath of a laugh, though mirthless this time, pushes past her lips as her brows lift, her head bowing in a nod. " well, that's certainly an option. " fatima understands the feeling; she hadn't been too keen on having a conversation with donna either when she had first arrived. " but you're not being kept here, " she adds earnestly, resting her chin against her knuckles. " you're welcome to leave my company at any time if that's what you want. all i'm trying to do is help. " even if said help isn't necessarily desired at this point in time.
for a little while, fatima's content enough to sit in silence. she doesn't know if mike's going to answer her question, and frankly if he doesn't, she's fine with that. the last thing she wants to do is push him when he's already resisting enough as it is. however, when he does finally provide an answer, fatima replies with a smile. " i think there are a few other people here from california too, " she says at last, casting a quick, aimless glance around at the people milling about outside of colony house. however, choosing not to elaborate on that (there's no point in really focusing on where they'd all come from, since they're trapped here now), fatima instead focuses on the husky that had joined them. " you have a beautiful dog, " she compliments, watching the husky with a genuine smile. " we don't get many pets here, so when they do show up, they get plenty of attention. what's their name? "