Mavei reaches up behind her bed on the wall, hand groping for a moment before Grasping at a thin chain hanging down. She pulls it, and 200 watts of florescent light floods the room, banishing almost all of the dark and spookies. Only one way to fight shadows, after all. "If you have no purpose here, I will be forced to ask you to leave."

Nyx 's lookinh totally unimpressed "Miss Sinclair, it really is tie security was tightened around here...These visitors of yours don't even bring grapes.." She's useless, and she knows it, doesn't mean she has to show it.

Zeno_Demon simply stood, looking down upon the man. He ignored Mavei, not including her within his "quarrel." When she turned on the light, shadows did indeed spread before it, but they didn't disolve as they normally would. The light flickered overhead, sparking a bit before blowing out. Zeno's grin only spread further, with a light scoff as the shadows grew thicker, cascading down the walls as if an actual material rather than a simple lack of light without body to touch. They moved on their own as well, churning, waiting. Zeno simply stood, doing not much different, watching Medivh. He wanted Zeno's blood? That'd be a task, indeed.

[Mavei] "Indeed..." She intones her agreement softly, hand now sliding over the side of the bed, taking up the comlink tucked away.

[Mavei] "Take him." Said to Medivh. It was time this chitlin learned that when Mav asked a question, she liked to be answered.

Medivh would think the emergency lights would go on, likely twice as bright. Pupils contract to feline slits, still intent on the creature before him. Call in the mages? The sages? No. A clean up crew. The signal is waited for, clawed digits tracing little cuts into the air. Which portions to divide first?

Porte would appear there, inthe room along with the Zeno and Midceh, whatever they were, his presence only shown to the rest of the room as he lights flicker on, he stood there in the corner of the room with shadows still lurking across his viasge from his hat in a way so that his face wasn't shown to that dazzling spectacle of light, but he was facing Zeno, at that same moment he was facing Medivh.. Who the Hell? "Leave here.." Is all that Porte would say to Zeno, before the Hell-hound Cerberus was to be sent barking..

Mavei doesn't know why she's making a random series of oneliners, forgive her. As it is, her thumb exerts a small amount of pressure on a button on her comlink. THose six burly security guards would be here any moment.

Zeno_Demon offered nothing to Porte. He watched Medivh. "Do you need help?" he whispered, thinking the man a lowly shame to need assistance with such a boastful and proud ego.

[Nyx] "Look..Lord of the Dark..Whatver the hell you want to be called, We don't care, we're ill..sick..if you want to impress people try the pub...they're all gullible suckers..." That blade of hers dancing on her fingertips, of the one good hand she has "Don't make us make a mess of the place...I mean our little guards really don't get enough exercise, hate to see them take it out on you, Oh most Awsome Lord of the Darkness and all things Dark and Pointlessly impressive"

Medivh gets his signal and, with little warning launches at Zeno from point blank range. Imagine falling faceforward onto a bet of surgical equipment. Slice and dice, rend and make bleed. Cut. Slashes are whipped out to the jugular, the chest, the shoulders and the eyes. Attack his being. Attack his ability to see, to function. Rip him to pieces. Cut. Cut.

Migo spies a bunch of security guards on the move ... and he just happens to be dressed up and ready to go. Something must be up, so he tags along ...

Porte would move from the corner of the room now that Medivh had so easily begun to handle the situation, he had some impressive speed. Porte would stand at the foot of the two ladies medical beds, but be between them, not blocking there view of the onslaught, no, instead Porte would wait, and if the fight got near he would block such, another questionable action.

Nyx 's bleeding again, dammit, she was good at busting her shoulder stitches, not to mention the ones that kept her chest together. A sharp wince of her breath as she reaches for a gulp of water, she was getting seriously tired of this incapacity lark. "It's like a portable Slice n dice...He gets to prep the veg for dinner every night"

[Mavei] "You should see him with a pizza." Mav offers, voice deadpan.

Zeno_Demon And just as Medivh leapt, something unfortuate for him would indeed take place. Zeno was ready for it, especially when Mavei called. Lunging was such a folly notion. To simply put yourself out there like that. From the shadows of his cape ripped three chains, yet not just simple chains. They were barbed dangerously. This wasn't all, however. The chains were conntected to vicious blades which sliced through the immediate air and at the lunging man, who would be mostly defenseless in the air with momentum driving him. Two blades went for the man's slashing hands, faster than he could even swipe, with the other ducking down and swiping back up at his open gut, aiming to impale. What an idiot! Jumping at this man? Was he mad? Quite obviously. His demise was apparent.

Mavei points out Medvivh was some two feet away from you Zeno..

Medivh didn't have to lunge to swipe. The chains are there a moment too late, what with arms distance being all a melee fighter needs to do the damage.

Migo sees the guards approaching the medical bay, and his pace quickens, wondering what the hell is going on. He slips between them, darting forward and drawing his Glock 17, cocking it and flicking the safety off. Pausing at the door, he peeks into the room slowly through the glass part of the door ...

Mavei notes lunging is more like leaning towards someone...rather quickly. Not jumping.

Nyx 's happy as she is, bleeding from rebust stitches and watching the proceeding "Just need popcorn and a pause button..." The woman grinning a little through the pain that was threatening to take her breath, again "Goddammit if I had a working lung I'd not be thinking about dying for a cigarette...and if I hadn't been shot in the liver I'd be busting gut for a drink..."

Mavei hears the footsteps of the security guards, but hols a hand out for them to halt. A wry grin quirks her lips. Medivh did enjoy his work. Who was she to deny him after naming him her guard?

Zeno_Demon And immediately those three chains would break free, bladed, coated with past deaths and danger. One blade immediately slashed outward to connect with the offending threat, aiming to impale his hand as momentum pushed it forward. One other chain ripped forward, splitting the air before it as it zipped to dig itself directly into the chest of the man. His third chain remained idle, always at ready. Chains still hissed rather violently from the shadows of his cape.

Porte reaches with his jacket and produces a bag, enclosed, warm, he tosses it backward where it would hopefully and probably land somewhere on Nyx's lap, but the bag was light and full of.. freshly popped corn?.. Porte doesn't say or do anything more, but stand back and witness the sparks fly..

Migo slowly, stealthily, pulls the door open and slips in pistol first, beady black eyes locked on the pair in melee inside the medical room, gun pointing to one side as he isn't sure which one to shoot. "Mav? What's goin' on?" he asks, unsure what to do.

Medivh 's hand isn't pierced, the sound of metal grating metal a hint as to why. He uses the blow to add to spinning momentum, reflexes boosted so high so as to leave him looking like some time-lapse film laid out all in a row. The chain for his chest darts forward into empty air, and a claw follows the length to bury itself into the man's chest. It's always a treat, guessing the color of a foe's organs. Would the be a mauve? Maybe a light green. Pink was always pretty. Of course, there would be blood. How delightful!

Zeno_Demon And the first chain would immediately dart after the collision, aiming for the mans right side. The chain that had missed impaling his chest would duck, beginning to rapidly wrap around his ankles. The free chain would connect with the offending hand again, this time attempting to simply hook it and keep it back. All the while, another chain ripped free from the shadows of his belly, to swiftly strike the man's open chest.

Medivh 's own attack would hit before any of those. React, please.

[Mavei] /me quirks a brow over to Porte. "Who the hell are you?" She asks, just taking notice of the man now.

Medivh twists, turns and otherwise makes a gymnastic fool of himself. A leg sweeps low, his body turns to leave the chain darting rather quickly back towards their master. The twice deflected claws sweeps downward while the other one darts in for the heart once more.

Nyx chuckles at te popcorn, of course she couldn't open it, what with the other arm in a sling, but well she'd try anyway, using her teeth and ornate blade to ful effect, necessity the mother of invention it seems. "Miss Sinclair..this really is dull now...and well..it's upsetting the patients." Spoken around the popcorn bag

Porte glances back toward Mavei.. "Security, ma'am.." He brings his eyes to lock dead-heat on one of those whirring blades that would be striking toward the man, his hands delving into the folds of his coat producing two fairly large guns, as seen in picture, heavy-pistols with chain-linked bullets coming from the handles going up through the sleeves of his jackets where they were loosely hung around his shoulders in over-lapping circles.. He fires off two shots, witch each'shot' being a volley of three bullets that when teh trigger is held can be fairly rapid fire. The first volley and second, both heading for the blade that threatened Medivh from behind, the one that had doubled-back..

Zeno_Demon would have no claws rushing at him, for none of them took that direction. Zeno would grin lightly as he whipped a hand from the shadows, it was cased in a material of a silver color, and his claws clanged up against it. He made an attempt to wrap his claws about the man's wrist of the hand which took a swipe at his chest. The chains immediately ripped towards Medivh, following his every motion, not needing to stop and think of a next move. It was all in instinct. Two chains would duck as soon as he swiped downward, rushing to meet his hand there. One would attempt to impale his palm, while the other began to rapidly wrap around his wrist so gracefully. The remaining chains lifted to smack the volley, sending it askew.

Migo curls his lip in a look of horror and shock, watching the most unusual melee play out, gun hand relaxing slightly as he slips fully into the room and moves over to Mavei's side, fully armed and wearing his fatigues, Spanish Fireballs locked into his twin bandoliers, mesh vest fully stocked, long combat boots well shined. He spares a glance to look at the others in the room who he doesn't recognize, Porte included. As the man fires his shots, he isn't too sure which one he's shooting at ... always hard to tell when firing into a melee. "¡Santo mierda, Mav! This's a hospital room, not a street brawl!" Migo keeps his pistol aimed at the other pair in general, still not sure how to react.

Medivh is smarter than to have both attacks aimed for one section. Not so easy to block. In any case, school is needed by the player. Pleasant day, all. Zeno can have a rude awakening elsewhere, after a dartgun from Medivh's right arm launches sectrackers. Targeting? Teleporting? Gone.

Medivh is, like Zeno, gone. Well...NPCd, in the actual case.

Mavei can only smile as the security guards take great joy in grabbing up ChainMan, tossing him between them for fun, then grab him by the wrists and ankles to forcibly remove him from the Compound. There was a lesson here folks.. You cannot just walk into a private military base of operations, and expect to be treated civily when you can't even explain why you're there. The Hawks were the best in the business, handpicked and brought together to form a cohesive unit that each individual brought something to. And they all tended to compliment each other rather nicely. From the not so mild mannered secretary to the homicidal maniac who posessed both a tail and suicidal tendancies.

Migo watches the skilled guards subdue and remove the chained menace, at last breathing a sigh of relief. Still, he finds himself staring at Mavei and waiting for an explanation. ((Thanks, Nyx.))

Mavei actually has no clue who Porte is, and would likely veiw him with a sceptical eye.. well, if her eyes were open that is.... "And... ?"

Mavei waves off Migo with a grin. "Fights just break out around me. I tend to have that effect." Yeah, she's egotistical enough to take credit for it all, without having lifted a finger.

Migo just rolls his eyes and safeties his weapon, stowing it back in his hip-holster. He simply looks back at Mavei, smirking. "And ... ?" he retorts, smart-aleck that he is.

Nyx 's flopped against the pillows, still, it's about all she did right now after all, her heart monitor beating out a rapid tattoo, the stress making it dangerously high, what with her re-bloodied dressings, the blanket pulled higher to cover them, the nurses could torment her later. Her eyes drift closed for a moment, taking it all in "F*ckin' Nora, I'd have more luck recoving in Cartel Country..."

Porte shifts away a moment, then shifts back to where he was, quite comiccaly, he then turns and shuffles up along Nyx, reaching down to carefully rip open the bag of popcorn, and it steasm, ohh it steams. "Open.." She might think he meant but the bag but he looks into her eyes, should be he be able, with his pupiless, cold gray own.. Open your mouth.. is what he meant. "And I'll be leaving now that the threat is gone.." Should Nyx have opened her mouth he would pour in a little popcorn, not enough to choke her, but enough.

Nyx 's not quite that trusting, she didn't get to be this old in her business by being sloppy, she does take the bag from him though with a tiny nod of her head "Thanks, man. " That's about as muh as anyone'll get out of the woman, as she settles back to focus on her breathing, to calm her pulse

John wakes up.

Mavei shrugs to Porte, and digs around at the side of her bed, still holding those blankies up under her armpits. Apparently, the little redhead has been sitting here this entire time nekkid. She sighs, and slips off the bed, her not so modest coverings going with her. She takes a moment to wrap up, toga style (( TOGA TOGA TOGA)) and goes to a duffel bag on the table. She pulls out a pack of smokes and a lighter, and lights up before tossing both over to Nyx, where they'd land on her lap.

Porte glances to the smokes on Nyx's lap and points to them,.. when he was alive he had smoked on occasion.. "Need help with those?" He would ask.

Mavei smirks to Nyx. "Ain't nobody told me I couldn't smoke, even when I had a hole in me lungs." She grins, and inhales sharply. Ahhhh... first dosage of nicotine in the morning. then, as an afterthought she adds "Well, they told me I couldn't. Both times. But it's not like I listened."

Migo lets out a sigh, noting Mav's loose state of dress only with a sidelong glance, then looking back to Porte. "Uhhh ... I don't really know you. Should I?" he asks the man, making an inquisitive mousy face at him, ears forward awaiting some kind of explanation. As smart as Migo claims to be, he can only get so much of a picture with certain facts missing.

John walks into the room with a cup o' jo in one hand and a sheet o' paper in the other hand, setting the paper down on a counter and taking a big ol' sip of the coffee. "Hello Mavei, Nyx.." he'd say, not really noticing the others.. He wasn't quite awake yet, and just assumed it was the two girls there. "How are my patients? Feeling any better?"

Mavei would blame her state of undress on Lazarus, on account of he had to uh... guide her back to the ICU room because she might have gotten...lost?

Mavei nods to John. "Good morning. Didja bring coffee and doughnuts?"

Nyx 's an addict, and though the sticks would no doubt kill her, if the guns, knives, grenades and shrapnel didn't, she can't help but reach to fick the pack open pulling out a pristine tube of nicotine goodness, two days...the longest time without one on 10 years...and it showed from the hunger in her eyes as she poped the filtertipped end between her dry, flecky pink lips "You're a Goddess among women Miss.Sinclair." A look to Porte, with a litlte shake of her head, the bun a top working loose a little "I got this one, thanks..This is between me and my lungs...Just somethings a woman gotta do for herself." Speaking around the ciggie as she flames the light "Yo, Doc..." A greeting as his patient with a resectioned lung and another unsundry of injuries, as she taks her first puff on the thing, with a grin

Mavei nods in agreement with Nyx, without even a hint of humour.

Migo now blinks, looking over at the new guy. Must be the doctor guy Mav mentioned the other day? Wonder what he'll think about those cigs ...

Porte nods and turns away from the pair, no three of them, but then glances back toward Migo.. "Sorry, but I'm the last person you want to see, let alone know.." He tilts his head downward, panning his vision down to the ground, hesitating a moment before he procedes out away from, yep, now a quartet. He exits the room and procedes right down the corridor.. He had decided on a bit of roaming.

John looks up to Mavei and sighs, shaking his head and walking out the door. He'd walk out the door and dissapear for a while, returning with a box of donuts and another cup of jo for the gal. "Yeah... yeah... Here ya go.." He'd say, tossing the box on Mavei's bed and setting the coffee for her on the mini table next to it. HIs eyes than wander to Nyx, and the cig, which garners a shake of his head. "You know, that's prolly a really bad idea.." Siiiiip of coffee right here. "... but since I dislike the notion of castration.. I'll let it slide.."

Mavei smiles that undeniable smile at John, Taking her cup and bouncing onto her bed with a small sound of glee. Soon, she's into the doughnuts, cramming half of one into her mouth. It had rainbow sprinkles. Her favorite!

Migo just blinks as he watches the goings on, people coming and going and coming again ... and with doughnuts. Migo eyes the box of donuts hungrily, his mind off of John for the moment as he sidles a bit closer ...

Nyx grins, the woman looing happier than she has in a day, a wink to the Doc "Yeah, well..getting turned into Human Swiss Cheese was a worse idea, huh? But if I cna survive that..then..I earned a smoke.." And smoking she was, as much as her weak lung would let her inhale at once "So..When do I get out of here?" Yeah, she still hadn't even sat up, but she wanted out of this crazy place "I'd be better off at 'Casts.."

Mavei hears Migo's approach, and growls playfully. She gives him a closed mouth smile -on account of the doughnut- and chews a moment before speaking. "Takth wan. "

Porte stops at a juncture here, should he go left or should he go right?.. This was quite funny to watch, though to save embarassment there was nobody seeming to be roaming as he did, it seemed wrong maybe. Porte looks down the long stretch to the right, the short to the right, and opts to go for a shorter walk. After a moment, should anyone have been looking down the hallway he just traversed to come to this fork in the road, they were to hear a soft clutter, crash, and then thud. Porte is then seen hurridely walking down across the hall down the longer path, fixing his jacket.

Migo prefers to keep playing at his game. Shuffle, shuffle ... snatch! He nabs himself a doughnut and finds a chair nearby, seating himself and enjoying his pilfered snack, glancing sidelong at Mavei as he chew happily, whiskers twitching. Primarily he keep his eyes on the new guy, John.

John would sit down, looking up to Nyx when she explains her little dealy and nodding. "Fair enough..." He'd take another sip outta his own coffee mug, grabbing the piece of paper he had brought in and reading it for a short while. Should anybody take a peek at it, they'd see it was a print up of the onion. Soon enough he'd glacne back at Migo, quirking a brow and looking back to Mavei. "Whats up with Migo?"

Mavei sniffs above the rim of her coffee. It smelt like hospital coffee always does. Like aviation engine oil that is in need of a landfill. She sips at it, and sighs happily before dabbing into the box for another doughnut, this time one covered in white powder. She bites into it to get a mouthful of blueberry jelly. The little redhead make sa small sound of pleasure. Blueberries! Her favourite!

[Mavei] "He'th pwolly awfwath I'm gwanna bithe him." She shrugs, after hoovering the doughnut down, brushing the powder from her face with a hand.

Migo blinks at John, looking above him for a moment, than back at the cybernetic doctor. "The ceiling? Why? What's up with you, uh? And what's with the onion?" he asks, unable to keep his curiousity in check as he peeks at the printout.

Nyx 's in seventh heaven with her ciggie, taking nice lung polluting draughts, all too soon she needs to stub the end out, letting the little stub fall in to a plastic water beaker, a sizzle as the hot ash meets a dribble of left over water. The dark haired woman resting back again, trying to get comfie "Yo! Doc... I said..when ya reckon they are tossing me outta here?" Any normal person could expect a few week stay minimum and be quiet about it, not Nyx, she was sick of it.

Porte hums as he walks by the medical bay once more, and stops peering in the door, to his shock and amazement.. "This place isn't very big, how'd I get here?" He grumbles to himself as he continues onward again and takes that right down the long hallway once more. Maybe try a different system of corridors.

John looks up to Nyx, a little bit of a frown on his face as he looks to the gal. "Well nobody in their right mind would try to stop you if you went to leave, so that's all up to you.. But I suggest you stay at least another five days.. Just to be sure.. You can leave after that but do try and stay out of any trouble.." He'd look back down to his printout of The Onion and snicker, shaking his head. "ahh get this.. 'Fat Roommate Travels All The Way to Tennessee Just To **** Some Girl'... Gawd I love this thing.."

Mavei shakes her head, nibbling on another doughnut, most likely one of her favourites too. "Eh... John. How far have ye gotten on that blood sample? It might come in handy where Nyx is concerned..."

Migo waves his hand at John, dismissing the paper. "Nyaahhh, I never liked readin' that stuff." He finishes the other half of his doughnut, looking back over to Mavei rather quickly. "Hey, I've been lookin' over the chopper that Laz assigned me to, and I think I might have a gig for us, if you think the Hawks are up to it."

Mavei frowns slightly at the word chopper, but tilts her head, curiousity innate and undeniable. "Eh? What kinda gig?"

[John] "Between the GLOCK Laz wants me to work on, the dogtag identification system and the Gauss weaponry, I've barely had time to even figure out how to replicate the symbiote..."

Nyx sighs, and that hurts, yeah, okay..so he might be talking sense, she wasn't in any state to move, at all. She couldn't even breath easy "Five days? Not a moment more...And only cause you said so, don't trust the rest of 'em" In fact she hated these places, full stop, the smell, the sounds, the food "Someone better bring me some Vodka and some goddammned grapes though, or trouble won't be the word" Grin. Innocence.

Porte appears again before the door into the medbay and he heard Nyx, he opens the door and glances about. Porte glanced at Nyx, but he didn't know her name. "If there's a wheel chair I could take you someplave if you wanted to.." He was kind of shy about saying that, she most likely would dismiss the idea as 'absurd' or something of the sort.

[Mavei] "It wouldn't take anyways John... It never does. It dies in a new host every single time, within two days. " She shrugs, then perks up. What the hell was she thinking anyways? "I've healed people with it before you know..." She offers, over to Nyx. "It's not too strong right now, as I've been healing damn near three weeks in a row, but, it might help..."

Migo gets into the details. "Well, see, there's this hidden military research facility some 50 miles outta La Esperanza, down in Mexico. They've got some good stuff, last I heard," he says, speaking with the utmost familiarity. "One thing in particular that might offer that Super Huey a bit more, uh ... shall we say, 'flexibility?'" Migo grins his toothy grin, ear to ear, seeming very pleased at the notion.

John wouldn't bring his eyes offa the Onion, snickering a bit as he came to a new conclusion.. "Well, if you wanna heal up Nyx with it, go right ahead. I don't know much about it.. well not yet.." He'd say, a sly grin dawning his features. He's a scientist, and he expiriments...

Nyx has her gaze torn from the beeping monitor, over to Porte, then finally resting on Mavei, talks of symbiote's going way over her head "Help? What might help?" This was uncomfortable, the urge to ask for a shot growing as each movements burnt like fire ants running over her flesh

Porte was interrupting and he shuffled back against the wall, staying out of the way of the conversation.

Mavei flutters a hand across her face, indicating the rather paler then normal looking markings. "My Symiote... It's self healing. Takes a while, it's not as strong as it normally is, but I can put the substance right into yer wounds. It eats out the infection first of all, not that I think ye got an infection, but ye never know right? " She shrugs. "It'll prolly cut a day or two offa yer time spent in bed, at the least. Works great with a stimpack shot too. Eh.. I'm not gonna lie, ther'll be side effects, but they'll wear off after it dies."

Migo seems rather curious about this 'symbiote' talk also. He's all ears.

Nyx hears only a few of those words, that being 'cut a day or two off time in bed' and that was all she really needed, her keen turquoise gaze blazing with a little bit of hope, mixed keenly with aceptance "Where'd I sign up, Boss Lady?" A grin, all roguish.

Porte folds his arms over his chest as he witnesses.

Mavei grins back, shifting in her blankie. She fails to mention her own healing time woul dbe extended. SHe was the reason Nyx was hurt, after all. Moving over beside Nyx, she waves John over. "Ey... open her bandages, be careful... " She stands back up to go to a cupboard, and grabs one of Laz's StimPacks, opening it and loading the hypo into the gun. Without further ado, she presses that baby against Nyx's bicep, and releases the trigger, sending a full dose of drugs into Nyx's system. She stands, clamping off the painkillers in the drip. Nyx would feel the effects soon, as it was a battle drug, used to bolster the wounded to keep them going. Gave a nice little high too.

John would get up and do as Mavei said, opening the bandage for Mavei, carefully of course.

Migo shuffles over to watch, his interest piqued.

Porte remains, lol.

Nyx 's eyes go wide at the drug, instantly subseptable, smacked out at the first drop, the woman a sponge for the high, not even noticing the discomfort, or embarressment of having her wounds, and therefore torso exposed, her lips Oing into pleasure, she hadn't felt anything like this buzz in too long. "Oh....Wow..." Yeah, she was a space cadet. And ready to leap tall buildings.

Mavei nods, as she had expected as much. Taking up Nyx's blade, Mavei proceeds to dig the tip of the knife under her thumbnail, jerking up with it. The thumbnail lifts, Mavei winces, and a soft rippign is heard along with her gasp of pain. "Ugn..." Her other hand drops the knife to the floor, out of sight and mind before her fingers dance over Nyx's wounds, and yes, Digging into them quite a bit. She had to work them open a bit, trying not to do anymore damage. Soon enough, Her thumb is bleeding, but the black viscous liquid is seeping out, startign to flow just as fast as the blood. When a good dollop is on her thumb, she carefull inserts the digit into the first of the wounds, squeezing her hand as she does so.

Migo just watches with a scientific eye, quietly observing and not really reacting much to Nyx's open front, regardless of the level of exposure. He doesn't go for anything outside his species. At the ripping of her thumbnail, Migo gnashes his teeth together and winces noisily ... that must've hurt. He watches the rest of the procedure, rather horrified.

Porte cocks a brow at the exposed Nyx and coughs gently as he watches the goings-on.. "Hm."

Nyx , even with the thrumming psychadelia of the drug high cries out at the disturbing of freshly knitting flesh, it hurt enough to have rare tears springing into her sea-blue eyes, the glazed surfaces sealed off when eyes shut, she wasn't expecting it to be like this, writhing enough to make things difficult, it hurt, and she was wired enough to fight the pain source, natural reaction.

Porte exits, shuffling out, but he'll be back, to check up..

Migo 's beady eyes bug out slightly ... he quickly brings a hand to his mouth, his cheeks puffing out, and races out of the room making subtle wretching noises, searching for the nearest restroom. ((I gotta go, too. Must sleep before work. Good night, all.))