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xp_logsDarcy and Laurie evacuate the labs, and it is not pretty.
A cheerful ping startled Darcy from where she sat in the labs boxing up old files. 'Mansion compro-- WHAT?' Darcy gawked at her phone for a second before another ping rang out, in time with a muffled clang from down the hall. "Evacuate immediately? Shit."
She grabbed her bag and the hefty push broom from a janitorial closet before moving down the hallway towards the exit. Another clang had her poking her head into a slightly ajar door and zeroing in on the woman in the room.
"Laurie? Fuck's sake Doc, we gotta evac NOW. Grab your arms so we can boogie."
“I can’t possibly take all of them,” Laurie replied in a far too unruffled manner for the situation at hand. She carefully picked up her arm from where it sat charging and slotted it back on before reaching over to grab a large box. “We may be able to fit the later variations however, the originals were no more than a standard prosthetic with slightly upgraded joint and phalanges for better appearance.”
Darcy made her way to the charging area. "Okay, that makes sense. They're sturdy, right? We can play 'How many arms fit in Darcy's bag of doom' with some of the newer ones. Maybe a charging port and cord too. Me with a big box would be a disaster." She shook her bag open and considered the Tetris of arms. "So these on the charging stations, and a few more? Or just these?"
Given that there'd been some form of an alert, and Laurie could now see that from her newly attached arm, a new feature she'd been working on to link her mobile device to the heads-up display on her arm. It worked much like an iWatch and was old technology, so didn't require a great deal of power. She'd been balancing the power needs with the taser function to make sure neither shorted the other out when Darcy had interrupted her. She'd just have to hope that nothing went wrong with this alert.
"These will do, they're really the only ones that matter. All the rest I merely keep around for nostalgia's sake."
Laurie started unplugging the various prototypes and backups she had currently charging and handing them to Darcy, starting with the most technically advanced and leading to the least. If they had to leave any behind, she didn't want it to be anything worthwhile.
"Did your warning say what the issue was that we were evacuating from? Do we need to take anything else?"
"Shit uh... nanites? Don't take tech like I can live without my phone, honestly, it's like people don't even KNOW me. Anyways if we're fast enough your hands are probably safe but maybe don't touch the tech if it's being actively weird."
Laurie didn’t bother to answer as she picked up a small USB drive from her laptop and shoved it into her pocket. She would not leave behind her latest research and a thumb drive would hardly cause any problems.
It was only a brief run to the door out of the labs and Laurie made it there double-time, Darcy on her heels. She paused for a second at the door however and gave Darcy a look. “Are you ready? We don’t know what’s out there”
"Yeah, let's do this thing." Darcy pushed the door open. "Looks cl--" A loud series of beeps interrupted her, and something surprisingly solid ran into her knee. She swung her bag without thought, plunking into the side of the R2-D2 inspired robot vacuum that had been built up from lab scraps and free time. As it moved backward, she snapped over her shoulder for Laurie to run, bag sliding back into place over her shoulder.
The pinch to her side a few minutes later was somehow a surprise. "Thing 1, now is NOT THE TIME... oh shit oh shit LAU-" she cut off with a choked cry as one of the arms skittered free of the bag, wrapped its hand around the front of her neck, and started to squeeze.
Had there been more time, and fewer amounts of ‘my colleague who I actually like is currently being strangled’, Laurie might have taken the time to remember that the warning they’d been given had mentioned nanites and that there was nothing that nanites loved more than say, the technology currently jam-packed into her artificial limb.
As it was, she didn’t even think twice before shoving herself forward to try and pry the currently strangling hand from Darcy’s throat.
If anything could have been said to go well from that point for the two of them, Laurie at least managed to untangle that particular hand and throw it across the room before her own arm betrayed them both.
Darcy gasp-coughed for air, gingerly rubbing her neck with her free hand. "Non-consensual asphyxiation sucks, FYI" she croaked out. And then "Oh fuck, your arms" If one arm in the bag was infected... Darcy dug into her bag, tossing the other arms down the hall behind them, but stayed focused on the trek towards the outside.
"We may have a few more problems than just those," Laurie responded her tone calm despite the fact she was now fighting with her own artificial limb, currently keeping it pointed toward the ceiling but seemingly losing the battle as it attempted to push downward toward her friend. "You need to get the hell away from me, now!"
'Ohshitohshitfuckfuckfuck' screamed Darcy's brain as she watched Laurie fight with her arm. What the hell could she grab that would slow down the nanites? There was probably something in medical, but she couldn't take the risk of grabbing the wrong thing and ingesting would take too long. She racked her brain for answers, and the only thing that came up was probably pretty stupid, but just might work. She fumbled around for her keys, a few practiced moves unclipping what appeared to be a USB drive from the rest of the set. 'You were a faithful friend, lil blue.'
"This is stupid and I already have regrets, but leeeeeeroyyyyyyyyy?" Darcy exclaimed as she sparked the stun gun against Laurie's arm. A miscalculation of momentum had her skidding across the area over the prosthetic and stunning herself with the last bit of it as well, but her gambit had worked. The prosthetic hung, frozen, pointing up and Laurie was... alive, but mostly dead weight. Darcy searched up and down for the latch to the arm, eventually finding the lock and prying it loose. With a grunt, she tossed it down the hallway as far as nerveless fingers would allow, then got a grip around Laurie's waist and slowly dragged them the last of the way out.
Jean and Terry prep the medlab supplies while evacuating
Humming tunelessly to herself as she made her way to the infirmary, Terry contemplated the package in her hands and smiled. Kyle might have gotten all the prawn flavoured snacks when she'd first arrived and Jeanie might've already gotten her liquor, but Terry'd had something special shipped over just before her return and she was rather proud of herself for finding it. Sure, not being able to have it delivered directly to the mansion had been a bit of a chore, but it certainly wasn't the worst thing in the world.
Terry knocked on the doorframe to Jeanie's office before poking her head in. "Lo? 'S a body about?"
Jean had just pulled her doctor coat on when she heard the knock. "Hey. Did you get back in alright? You didn't notice anything off when you came in?" she said with distracted relief, grabbing a hair tie out of her pocket, she put her hair into a sloppy bun. She then proceeded to search around her desk before finding what she needed, shoving her communicator into her pocket.
“No?” Terry answered, eyebrows rising. That was Jeanie’s serious face. “I got back a bit ago, needed to unpack the packages. Nothin’ seemed amiss. Somethin’ goin’ on?” She put the gift she’d brought down with her on the desk as she stepped inside, checking her pockets for her phone. Barely two weeks back at the mansion and already things might be going wrong.
"Most likely," Jean said with a frown, motioning for her to walk with her. "There's something going on with the Danger Room and the Blackbird. If it were one or the other it'd be unusual but both of them? I don't like the odds. I'm going to make sure the medlab is prepped and ready in case, God forbid, we got any injuries."
"Lord love us," Terry muttered, half-frowning as she kept up with Jeanie. "Y'know medical's not really my speciality, but tell me what y'need me t'do." She dug through the pocket her phone wasn't in to find a hair tie of her own.
She wanted to call Kyle, but he'd not mentioned he was doing anything in the Danger Room or going anywhere in the Blackbird... besides which, he was an adult and he could most certainly take care of himself. If Jeanie was right, there might be people coming their way shortly who couldn't and they'd have to take priority.
"That'd be great, thanks," Jean said, walking quickly toward the medlab. Luckily it was on the same level and not too far away. "Sorry this had to be your welcome home. I'll definitely make it up to you with something a little less action-oriented later."
Laughing a bit despite herself, Terry finished looping her hair into a knot atop her head and said, "I'll hold y'to that." She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows, then quickened her pace just a bit so she could push the door to the infirmary open for her friend. "Now, what're we doin'?"
"Making sure we have enough supplies," Jean said, grabbing her clipboard. "There's a freezer in the closet, second door to the left. Can you grab three bags of O positive, two of A, two of B, and one of AB and let them thaw?"
With the amount of people in the mansion it was good to have a variety ready just in case.
While she did that, Jean went to the supply closet and started to double check the inventory for that day based on what was written on the clipboard: bandages, sutures, fluids...
"Once you're done with that can you please check to see that the equipment is plugged into the wall? It should be plugged into a red outlet."
"Aye," Terry agreed, heading for the freezer. "Though -- Jeanie, how'm I meant to thaw the blood?" She opened the door and stared at the rows and rows of bags full of... well, blood. She rolled her eyes at herself, unsure what else she might've expected. The bottom shelf had something else on it, yellow-ish and labeled 'cryo,' whatever that meant, and the one above that was full of bags full of plasma, but the little labels led Terry to check all the other shelves to figure out which bags she ought to pull. "And do y'want any of this other stuff?"
"Right, sorry. You'll need a warming bath to thaw them out. There's a device that looks like a white box with a plastic lid over there on that counter. You can put them in all at the same time. The temp is regulated. It'll take a few minutes so hopefully nothing goes sideways before then," Jean said.
"Hopefully," Terry agreed, picking out the packets of red blood cells Jeanie'd specified and then grabbing a couple other things because, well. You couldn't be too careful, she supposed. Or well, she hoped, anyway. "So, set it all in the bath and turn the power on, aye? You're sure the temperature's set to the right thing? I'll not be the reason we've not enough blood, if it comes down t'it."
Jean laughed. "I'll come by to double check when I'm finished. You're doing great. It's a big help," she said. She finished counting, then nodded.
"Okay, I think we're as ready as we can be."
"Aye," Terry nodded, already eyeing the plugs around the room to make sure they were in the proper outlets even as she placed the blood products into the bath and finally flicked the switch to turn the machine on. "I think we are."
Clarice takes on the task of getting Maya out - and uses one of the portable emergency EMP's to clear the nanites out of Maya's hearing aids.
Maya’s sense of the world came back slowly, and with it the sense of silence that normally greeted her when she wasn’t asleep, and while she couldn’t feel any pain right now, she could feel a weird pressure that would have been pain if it weren’t being masked by what she assumed must be pain killers.
“Wha?” she slurred, as she opened her eyes slowly, glancing up at Clarice. “Mhm?”
"You're awake," Clarice already had the EMP ready, but she wanted consent as much as possible. It was a shitty situation for all, She knew Maya couldn't hear her, but this was still workable. Bad, but workable. Holding up a white board and angling it so Maya could see, Clarice had agonized over the wording while the other girl was still out. I need to EMP you. Nanites are inside you. It wasn't quite correct, but there was definitely a time issue at hand.
Once she was sure Maya had read it, she held her thumb up or down that the other girl understood.
Maya tried to raise her hand with a thumbs up that she understood but realised her hands were bound in soft retrained. She remembered vaguely that she had tried to hurt herself when the pain was extreme.
“I’m good.” she replied, not knowing whether the words were intelligible outside her own head but they felt right in her mouth. “Do what you need to.”
Right then. Giving Maya what she hoped was a reassuring smile, Clarice disappeared from her view for a moment, returning with the EMP and pointing it at her head. Pressing the button to activate it, she really, really, hoped this worked. And more than that, that it didn't do further harm. That was the trade off though to 'first do no harm.' Sometimes, every option was terrible.
Moving away again once the EMP powered down, Clarice returned with the white board, awkwardly using her sleeve to wipe it clear and writing, How do you feel?, then offering the girl a plastic cup of water with a straw. She had to be thirsty after all that screaming.
Maya took a sip gratefully, and a sigh of gratefulness passed her lips as she lay back down.
“I think that worked?” Maya replied, trying but unable to tell if there’d been any damage done. She was still too full of pain killers to feel anything but floaty. “Can you take the restraints off? What’s been happening?”
She knew she’d been asleep but she didn’t know how long, or what why she’d had nanites in her brain. She needed to know whether they were in danger.
You'd likely be in pain despite the drugs if it didn't, Clarice wrote, setting the board down to undo the restraints, Mansion's infected with nanites. All tech is susceptible, including your cochlear. Sorry :( She wasn't sure if Maya knew ASL or not, but it likely didn't matter much at least right now, because she didn't know much more than a vague recollection of the alphabet and how to introduce herself. She'd joined a club in 6th grade, before things had gone to mutant heck. Not only had she not gotten very far, but that was a long time ago.
“Thanks.” Maya signed and said now that her hands were free. “She didn’t have much hope that Clarice knew ASL but she’d been surprised before. “Can I move?”
She wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to given she still felt like she was floating but she also didn’t want to stay in a Medlab brimming with technology if they could get out of here.
Move? Clarice raised her eyebrows, You need to fight because yeah, she could teleport them both somewhere safe, that was why she'd stayed with Maya in the medbay instead of evacing her and risking either a). spreading the nanites or b). hurting Maya further by taking her away from what might save her life. But if she could move under her own power, hearing or not, they needed to get the hell out and help save their home.
A cheerful ping startled Darcy from where she sat in the labs boxing up old files. 'Mansion compro-- WHAT?' Darcy gawked at her phone for a second before another ping rang out, in time with a muffled clang from down the hall. "Evacuate immediately? Shit."
She grabbed her bag and the hefty push broom from a janitorial closet before moving down the hallway towards the exit. Another clang had her poking her head into a slightly ajar door and zeroing in on the woman in the room.
"Laurie? Fuck's sake Doc, we gotta evac NOW. Grab your arms so we can boogie."
“I can’t possibly take all of them,” Laurie replied in a far too unruffled manner for the situation at hand. She carefully picked up her arm from where it sat charging and slotted it back on before reaching over to grab a large box. “We may be able to fit the later variations however, the originals were no more than a standard prosthetic with slightly upgraded joint and phalanges for better appearance.”
Darcy made her way to the charging area. "Okay, that makes sense. They're sturdy, right? We can play 'How many arms fit in Darcy's bag of doom' with some of the newer ones. Maybe a charging port and cord too. Me with a big box would be a disaster." She shook her bag open and considered the Tetris of arms. "So these on the charging stations, and a few more? Or just these?"
Given that there'd been some form of an alert, and Laurie could now see that from her newly attached arm, a new feature she'd been working on to link her mobile device to the heads-up display on her arm. It worked much like an iWatch and was old technology, so didn't require a great deal of power. She'd been balancing the power needs with the taser function to make sure neither shorted the other out when Darcy had interrupted her. She'd just have to hope that nothing went wrong with this alert.
"These will do, they're really the only ones that matter. All the rest I merely keep around for nostalgia's sake."
Laurie started unplugging the various prototypes and backups she had currently charging and handing them to Darcy, starting with the most technically advanced and leading to the least. If they had to leave any behind, she didn't want it to be anything worthwhile.
"Did your warning say what the issue was that we were evacuating from? Do we need to take anything else?"
"Shit uh... nanites? Don't take tech like I can live without my phone, honestly, it's like people don't even KNOW me. Anyways if we're fast enough your hands are probably safe but maybe don't touch the tech if it's being actively weird."
Laurie didn’t bother to answer as she picked up a small USB drive from her laptop and shoved it into her pocket. She would not leave behind her latest research and a thumb drive would hardly cause any problems.
It was only a brief run to the door out of the labs and Laurie made it there double-time, Darcy on her heels. She paused for a second at the door however and gave Darcy a look. “Are you ready? We don’t know what’s out there”
"Yeah, let's do this thing." Darcy pushed the door open. "Looks cl--" A loud series of beeps interrupted her, and something surprisingly solid ran into her knee. She swung her bag without thought, plunking into the side of the R2-D2 inspired robot vacuum that had been built up from lab scraps and free time. As it moved backward, she snapped over her shoulder for Laurie to run, bag sliding back into place over her shoulder.
The pinch to her side a few minutes later was somehow a surprise. "Thing 1, now is NOT THE TIME... oh shit oh shit LAU-" she cut off with a choked cry as one of the arms skittered free of the bag, wrapped its hand around the front of her neck, and started to squeeze.
Had there been more time, and fewer amounts of ‘my colleague who I actually like is currently being strangled’, Laurie might have taken the time to remember that the warning they’d been given had mentioned nanites and that there was nothing that nanites loved more than say, the technology currently jam-packed into her artificial limb.
As it was, she didn’t even think twice before shoving herself forward to try and pry the currently strangling hand from Darcy’s throat.
If anything could have been said to go well from that point for the two of them, Laurie at least managed to untangle that particular hand and throw it across the room before her own arm betrayed them both.
Darcy gasp-coughed for air, gingerly rubbing her neck with her free hand. "Non-consensual asphyxiation sucks, FYI" she croaked out. And then "Oh fuck, your arms" If one arm in the bag was infected... Darcy dug into her bag, tossing the other arms down the hall behind them, but stayed focused on the trek towards the outside.
"We may have a few more problems than just those," Laurie responded her tone calm despite the fact she was now fighting with her own artificial limb, currently keeping it pointed toward the ceiling but seemingly losing the battle as it attempted to push downward toward her friend. "You need to get the hell away from me, now!"
'Ohshitohshitfuckfuckfuck' screamed Darcy's brain as she watched Laurie fight with her arm. What the hell could she grab that would slow down the nanites? There was probably something in medical, but she couldn't take the risk of grabbing the wrong thing and ingesting would take too long. She racked her brain for answers, and the only thing that came up was probably pretty stupid, but just might work. She fumbled around for her keys, a few practiced moves unclipping what appeared to be a USB drive from the rest of the set. 'You were a faithful friend, lil blue.'
"This is stupid and I already have regrets, but leeeeeeroyyyyyyyyy?" Darcy exclaimed as she sparked the stun gun against Laurie's arm. A miscalculation of momentum had her skidding across the area over the prosthetic and stunning herself with the last bit of it as well, but her gambit had worked. The prosthetic hung, frozen, pointing up and Laurie was... alive, but mostly dead weight. Darcy searched up and down for the latch to the arm, eventually finding the lock and prying it loose. With a grunt, she tossed it down the hallway as far as nerveless fingers would allow, then got a grip around Laurie's waist and slowly dragged them the last of the way out.
Jean and Terry prep the medlab supplies while evacuating
Humming tunelessly to herself as she made her way to the infirmary, Terry contemplated the package in her hands and smiled. Kyle might have gotten all the prawn flavoured snacks when she'd first arrived and Jeanie might've already gotten her liquor, but Terry'd had something special shipped over just before her return and she was rather proud of herself for finding it. Sure, not being able to have it delivered directly to the mansion had been a bit of a chore, but it certainly wasn't the worst thing in the world.
Terry knocked on the doorframe to Jeanie's office before poking her head in. "Lo? 'S a body about?"
Jean had just pulled her doctor coat on when she heard the knock. "Hey. Did you get back in alright? You didn't notice anything off when you came in?" she said with distracted relief, grabbing a hair tie out of her pocket, she put her hair into a sloppy bun. She then proceeded to search around her desk before finding what she needed, shoving her communicator into her pocket.
“No?” Terry answered, eyebrows rising. That was Jeanie’s serious face. “I got back a bit ago, needed to unpack the packages. Nothin’ seemed amiss. Somethin’ goin’ on?” She put the gift she’d brought down with her on the desk as she stepped inside, checking her pockets for her phone. Barely two weeks back at the mansion and already things might be going wrong.
"Most likely," Jean said with a frown, motioning for her to walk with her. "There's something going on with the Danger Room and the Blackbird. If it were one or the other it'd be unusual but both of them? I don't like the odds. I'm going to make sure the medlab is prepped and ready in case, God forbid, we got any injuries."
"Lord love us," Terry muttered, half-frowning as she kept up with Jeanie. "Y'know medical's not really my speciality, but tell me what y'need me t'do." She dug through the pocket her phone wasn't in to find a hair tie of her own.
She wanted to call Kyle, but he'd not mentioned he was doing anything in the Danger Room or going anywhere in the Blackbird... besides which, he was an adult and he could most certainly take care of himself. If Jeanie was right, there might be people coming their way shortly who couldn't and they'd have to take priority.
"That'd be great, thanks," Jean said, walking quickly toward the medlab. Luckily it was on the same level and not too far away. "Sorry this had to be your welcome home. I'll definitely make it up to you with something a little less action-oriented later."
Laughing a bit despite herself, Terry finished looping her hair into a knot atop her head and said, "I'll hold y'to that." She pushed her sleeves up to her elbows, then quickened her pace just a bit so she could push the door to the infirmary open for her friend. "Now, what're we doin'?"
"Making sure we have enough supplies," Jean said, grabbing her clipboard. "There's a freezer in the closet, second door to the left. Can you grab three bags of O positive, two of A, two of B, and one of AB and let them thaw?"
With the amount of people in the mansion it was good to have a variety ready just in case.
While she did that, Jean went to the supply closet and started to double check the inventory for that day based on what was written on the clipboard: bandages, sutures, fluids...
"Once you're done with that can you please check to see that the equipment is plugged into the wall? It should be plugged into a red outlet."
"Aye," Terry agreed, heading for the freezer. "Though -- Jeanie, how'm I meant to thaw the blood?" She opened the door and stared at the rows and rows of bags full of... well, blood. She rolled her eyes at herself, unsure what else she might've expected. The bottom shelf had something else on it, yellow-ish and labeled 'cryo,' whatever that meant, and the one above that was full of bags full of plasma, but the little labels led Terry to check all the other shelves to figure out which bags she ought to pull. "And do y'want any of this other stuff?"
"Right, sorry. You'll need a warming bath to thaw them out. There's a device that looks like a white box with a plastic lid over there on that counter. You can put them in all at the same time. The temp is regulated. It'll take a few minutes so hopefully nothing goes sideways before then," Jean said.
"Hopefully," Terry agreed, picking out the packets of red blood cells Jeanie'd specified and then grabbing a couple other things because, well. You couldn't be too careful, she supposed. Or well, she hoped, anyway. "So, set it all in the bath and turn the power on, aye? You're sure the temperature's set to the right thing? I'll not be the reason we've not enough blood, if it comes down t'it."
Jean laughed. "I'll come by to double check when I'm finished. You're doing great. It's a big help," she said. She finished counting, then nodded.
"Okay, I think we're as ready as we can be."
"Aye," Terry nodded, already eyeing the plugs around the room to make sure they were in the proper outlets even as she placed the blood products into the bath and finally flicked the switch to turn the machine on. "I think we are."
Clarice takes on the task of getting Maya out - and uses one of the portable emergency EMP's to clear the nanites out of Maya's hearing aids.
Maya’s sense of the world came back slowly, and with it the sense of silence that normally greeted her when she wasn’t asleep, and while she couldn’t feel any pain right now, she could feel a weird pressure that would have been pain if it weren’t being masked by what she assumed must be pain killers.
“Wha?” she slurred, as she opened her eyes slowly, glancing up at Clarice. “Mhm?”
"You're awake," Clarice already had the EMP ready, but she wanted consent as much as possible. It was a shitty situation for all, She knew Maya couldn't hear her, but this was still workable. Bad, but workable. Holding up a white board and angling it so Maya could see, Clarice had agonized over the wording while the other girl was still out. I need to EMP you. Nanites are inside you. It wasn't quite correct, but there was definitely a time issue at hand.
Once she was sure Maya had read it, she held her thumb up or down that the other girl understood.
Maya tried to raise her hand with a thumbs up that she understood but realised her hands were bound in soft retrained. She remembered vaguely that she had tried to hurt herself when the pain was extreme.
“I’m good.” she replied, not knowing whether the words were intelligible outside her own head but they felt right in her mouth. “Do what you need to.”
Right then. Giving Maya what she hoped was a reassuring smile, Clarice disappeared from her view for a moment, returning with the EMP and pointing it at her head. Pressing the button to activate it, she really, really, hoped this worked. And more than that, that it didn't do further harm. That was the trade off though to 'first do no harm.' Sometimes, every option was terrible.
Moving away again once the EMP powered down, Clarice returned with the white board, awkwardly using her sleeve to wipe it clear and writing, How do you feel?, then offering the girl a plastic cup of water with a straw. She had to be thirsty after all that screaming.
Maya took a sip gratefully, and a sigh of gratefulness passed her lips as she lay back down.
“I think that worked?” Maya replied, trying but unable to tell if there’d been any damage done. She was still too full of pain killers to feel anything but floaty. “Can you take the restraints off? What’s been happening?”
She knew she’d been asleep but she didn’t know how long, or what why she’d had nanites in her brain. She needed to know whether they were in danger.
You'd likely be in pain despite the drugs if it didn't, Clarice wrote, setting the board down to undo the restraints, Mansion's infected with nanites. All tech is susceptible, including your cochlear. Sorry :( She wasn't sure if Maya knew ASL or not, but it likely didn't matter much at least right now, because she didn't know much more than a vague recollection of the alphabet and how to introduce herself. She'd joined a club in 6th grade, before things had gone to mutant heck. Not only had she not gotten very far, but that was a long time ago.
“Thanks.” Maya signed and said now that her hands were free. “She didn’t have much hope that Clarice knew ASL but she’d been surprised before. “Can I move?”
She wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to given she still felt like she was floating but she also didn’t want to stay in a Medlab brimming with technology if they could get out of here.
Move? Clarice raised her eyebrows, You need to fight because yeah, she could teleport them both somewhere safe, that was why she'd stayed with Maya in the medbay instead of evacing her and risking either a). spreading the nanites or b). hurting Maya further by taking her away from what might save her life. But if she could move under her own power, hearing or not, they needed to get the hell out and help save their home.
