50 A tour of the place

Beth stared at the back of the matron as she walked away from her. Yes, now she saw the similarity between number One and the girl. Both couldn't tolerate imperfections. Was it her, or did all the people in charge develop such intolerance from inception? She wondered. 

"Come now." The servant who was called One-sixty-five said, waving at her excitedly. "You have a lot to get acquainted with. But first, let's get you changed." She said, pointing to her sleeve. Winking at her, she continued, "You're one of us now."

Beth laughed awkwardly at the statement. This girl was quite too friendly for her comfort. Since she had only arrived, Beth didn't want to make any assumptions about anyone. She had made that mistake with Fifty-eight and had gotten too close to her liking. And now, all she had was a dead companion and a tonne of guilt. But One-sixty-five's smile was genuine. It reached her eyes as she kept beaming at her.