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[The feed clicks on to show a shot of the ceiling in David's cabin before it's picked up, moved and adjusted until you get a good view of a red headed woman, who looks pretty worn out. She's better than she was yesterday, at least, given she spent most of it sleeping off an emergency C-Section, but it's pretty apparent that she's been through some stuff and probably needs a shower.

She swallows and lets out a slow breath before saying anything.]

My name is Dr. Elizabeth Shaw, and I've been told that I'm here for David. [Which was just. Fucking weird, and there are a lot of things she wants to ask about the ship and the Admiral, but the first one she ends up blurting out is a fairly simple one.] Can anyone tell me what he's doing here? I know what this place is supposed to be for, [Because she's looked around the network a little.] but I don't understand why he'd be brought here.

[Because even if David was a very human robot, and was pretty fucking creepy, she doesn't know the full extent of how creepy he is yet, and so she's not sure why he'd be here as an inmate, and definitely not why he'd choose to be a warden.

She pauses again, lifting a shaking hand to rub at her forehead slightly.]

And if someone could direct me to whatever infirmary you have on board, I would appreciate it.

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[He is on the move as he speaks, only two floors away from his destination.]

Unfortunately, I am unauthorized to administer or prescribe medication of anytime. If you are truly in need, however, I see no reason why those who are will not give you some.

What is your current status? [He wants to know what to expect when he arrives. If he should take a particular care when moving her.]

[Man, she really doesn't want to get into the details, here, because the memories of what happened are still pretty fresh and horrifying, so she swallows again, composing herself before she tries to answer.]

The wound's been stapled shut, and I'm not bleeding, it's just painful.

Head injury?

[One more flight to go. From what little he knew of first aid procedures, head trauma was the most immediate cause for concern. It required...procedures. A brace. Retaining of consciousness. Additional monitoring.]

[Fortunately, Shaw shakes her head.]

No. Just the abdominal injury. [Which was less an injury and more the remnants of a surgical procedure, but. Details.]

[Abdominal. Okay. Off the top of his head, he couldn't think of any additional procedures for that other than to keep her as still as possible. Same for any other injury. A gurney construct should be sufficient. Even what a Red Lantern could produce.]

[He arrived shortly after, and Shaw will find him to be...slightly less intimidating in person, now that she knows what he looks like. He is of average height, compared to a Human Male, standing less than six feet tall with a moderately athletic build. The armor, with its blacks and dark reds, is nothing too overbearing either. Perhaps the helmet looked a little strange, but no more so than some of Earth history's most unique fashion choices.]

[He scours the hall until he finds the room, coming to a land directly in front of the door. Announcing his presence with a knock.]

[Shaw gets up carefully. She knows she's a mess, and honestly there's a part of her that's wondering if this is just some sort of hallucination or something, but she has clothes and apparently medical attention is something that's happening in the near future, so things could be worse.

The door slides open when she presses the release, and he does look a little less strange in person. She needs to support herself on the doorframe and manages a sort of pained, embarrassed smile.]

I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name.

Razer

[Who is definitely not happy that she had to get up in order to let him in. He had assumed the doors worked as they did on the Interceptor, activated by a vocal command if not the presence of a new individual.]

[He turns to one side, using the power of his ring to make a flatbed. It is not as visually solid as something Green Energy could produce. The flames of Rage continue to obscure the object itself, though they would neither harm her nor hinder the process of getting her to safety.]

Get on. If you cannot on your own, I will pick you up and place you myself.

[He intends to words to be calming, but habits are hard to break, and they come out slightly harsher than intended.]

[She doesn't really register the tone, or even what he was saying, because she has definitely never seen anything like that outside of a movie or something, and her hand clenches on the doorframe, partly out of surprise, partly for greater support.]

How are you doing that? [She doesn't sound afraid so much as shocked, because again. Totally out of her realm of experience.]

[It is a fair question, and one he is willing to answer if it meant her compliance.]

The energy from my ring is capable of creating artificial constructs. I can assure you, it is perfectly safe.

That's incredible. [She sounds almost breathless as she says it, because this is just too unbelievable. She's talking to someone who's probably an alien - a living alien - and he might not be an engineer, but this was still amazing.

She carefully reaches out to touch it, almost hesitating, definitely gentle, but once she realizes that is definitely is solid and isn't just a trick, she carefully pulls herself onto it, gasping quietly as the motion aggravated the injury.]

[Just wait until she finds out he is an engineer. Was. Before he became what he is now. Though the skills remained.]

[There is a moment of concern when she gasps, but Razer has seen far worse injuries than hers, and she was on the gurney now. Cautiously, he summons the power of his Ring to encase him in a protective shield, taking to hovering a few inches off the ground rather than walk. It would be faster that way, and less likely to jar her.]

[She will find the journey surprisingly smooth. Borderline comfortable, were the surface she rested not so rigid.]

[She's seriously wondering if she's just hallucinating at this point, if she finally collapsed on the Prometheus and this is all just a very vivid dream, because there's no way this is really happening.

But lying down means she doesn't have to support her injured abdominal muscles anymore, and that more than makes up for the rigid surface.]

Thank you.

[He glances back at the show of appreciation.]

It would not bode well for you to perish on your first day aboard the ship. [Because that was a comforting thought right there.] Particularly if, as is the case for many of us, your stay is meant to be a short one.

[It makes her think about Charlie, which really just makes her feel like she wants to cry again, but she blinks it back, trying to focus on something else.

Razer's a decent enough distraction, really, because there are suddenly a lot of things she'd like to ask him, and hopefully it'll make her stop thinking about what happened back on the planet.] Where are you from?

I once hailed from a planet called Volkreg, deep in the Forgotten Zone.

[He does not mind sharing. Keeping her mind off the pain was his secondary priority, after getting her to the infirmary.]

I've never heard of Volkreg, or the Forgotten Zone. [Although, really, there's probably a reason for that, given that:]

I've never spoken to an alien before, either.

[She at least manages to sound somewhere between amused, self depreciating and totally overwhelmed there though.]

From my perspective, you would be considered the alien.

[He is not offended by the insult; merely making an educational observation.]

[She laughs, definitely embarrassed this time.]

Of course, I'm sorry. But you've met other humans before?

Before here? One.

[He remains silent on his opinions. No use offering compliments on the remote chance Hal Jordan might be able to hear them.]

This place is incredible.

[There's a part of her that almost wishes she could stay, and ask everyone about where they come from, even though it likely won't answer the questions she had before setting out for LV-223, but she knows that's not really possible.]

[It was...adequate, in his mind. He has seen far more impressive, but he is also aware that Earth culture is more primitive in their space travel than many other worlds.]

Is this your first time leaving your world?

[They were almost to the medical area now. Only a few more minutes, and he would have her--still conscious and apparently stable--in the hands of an expert.]

Not exactly. We just hadn't made contact with anything living.

[Yet. Yet, because they were going to talk to the last living Engineer, but she'd been pulled here, first. Hopefully she'd still get a chance to get some answers when she went back.]

And the human you are here to replace...?

[He would normally not ask, but his attempts at keeping the conversation going were running thin.]

[She'll be happy to keep talking with you once she's less miserable, Razer, she's still got about a million questions for you.]

He's a robot. I have no idea what he's doing here.

[Despite the urgency of her condition...he pauses. Turning back to her with surprise.]

What did you say?

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