Mihkayla had watched as the nun opened the doors to the asylum to let in the new soldiers, since she had been in here they had been pestering her and pestering her to start taking treatment with the Dr. here but to be honest she didn't think she needed the kind of treatment that they were going to be giving her if she agreed to their demands.
Although...it was quite obvious Sister Mary was not about to take no for an answer when it came down to it, hopefully though seeing as these soldiers were here they would not allow them to do things to her against her own free will.
Peering at the soldier in charge, the major, Mihkayla merely looked at them for a few moments from her place underneath the stairs, it was quiet there and away from all of the other patients who had been committed here. She was just here as a refugee while these people were attacking on the streets outside, some of her family had died because of it.
Once the nun was done giving the soldiers instructions, Mihkayla smiled at them and approached from behind the stairs;
"Uhm, hello. I'm Mihkayla, one of the refugees here." she stated with a soft smile "I'm so glad that you've come, we were all beginning to get worried."
Biting her lip softly she looked outside behind the window panes in the door and nodded to it; "If you need any help I can be of assistance, I'm sure the other guys will be happy to help too."