Sev sighs a little, rubbing her arm.
"Well...I'll just get the suit fixed, first, and then we'll deal with cleanliness."
Adjusting the blanket, she sat on the bed, wincing as her bruises were stretched on her skin. Grimacing, she looked back at Eva.
"That suit was bull...it doesn't work at all, it was supposed to absorb kinetic energy."
Shrugging, she looked at the floor again.
"Maybe they meant for me to die."
She sat like that for only a moment, before looking around again, waiting eagerly for Misaka to return with the jumpstart pack.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
You got shot at point blank range by a high calibre rifle.
I'm just glad your suit did what I wanted it to.
Evangeline pauses her speech as a bulky, clunking sound arrives at the door. A moment later Misaka walks in carrying a battery jumper pack with both arms, having used it to push the door ajar due to a lack of free appendages.
She haughtily drops it to the floor, offering her beloved, caring partner a deathly glare as she dusts herself off. She then eyes Sev huddling on the bed, still wrapped up in _her_ blanket.
Of all the strange people you've brought home, Eva, this girl's gotta be the most unusual. She's one of Vixen's kind, isn't she?
Her visage changes from the distaste aimed at Evangeline to a much more pleasant, cordial expression as her attention moves to Sev.
I'm Misaka. The one responsible for this... woman...
I'm the medic here and I helped get you patched up after she dragged you in.
Sev nodded her thanks, smiling at Misaka.
"Thank you...for that, and for this."
Kneeling next to the suit, she started cabling up the jumper pack. The two arms were clipped, however haphazardly, into the two metallic nodes. She did one final check of the suit, making sure every piece in place.
"Alright..."
She swallowed slightly, making sure the suit wasn't touching her directly, then walked over to the jumper and kneeled next to it. Thinking back to her briefings and training, she selected the best voltage for such a instance. When she was sure it was satisfactory, she flicked the switch.
In an instant, the suit seemed to light up, a wave of blue running through the material accompanied by a harsh crackle and buzz. Within a second, it was over, and Sev turned it off again. Looking at her suit, she let out a slight smile.
"It worked..." she said, picking up the clothing. The material seemed to take a marbled look, strange monotone patterns like oil on water before it sealed back into its former appearance. It was in one piece again, and with no apparant zips or buttons. Sev smiled.
"Now I'm rather glad that Concordia thought up all these innovations...I rather like this suit."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Sev looks at Eva and shrugs.
"Well...some more clothes would be nice, but its more of a personal comfort thing, rather than fitting in. Plus if I get stabbed, ran over, or fall off something, the gel automatically re-seals. Instant bandage, instant cast."
She flips the suit over, nodding as she examined it. It was a bit small.
"Not a problem. It adjusts due to user. So it'll probably give me my hands back."
Sighing slightly, she flipped it over again, the singular suit seeming to flow more like a liquid than a solid entity.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline, without hesitation swings around and goes rooting around in her cupboards for something.
A moment later she digs out some clothes from her distinctly "at home only" collection, a pair of unflattering grey track pants with a tie-up waist and a plain white camisole.
She carries them over one arm and offers them to Sev.
Sev smiles for a moment, and then without hesitation, grips an apparent seam in the middle of the back of the suit. Pulling out to both sides, she tore the suit right down the middle, sliding her arms in, pulling the suit onto her and throwing the blanket off in one smooth motion. Within a splitsecond, it had re-sealed over her, reaching about halfway down her fore-arm after it adjusts. She sighs, visibly more comfortable to be wearing it again.
"There...thanks, Eva...Misaka, you too."
Taking the clothes from Eva, she blinked at them for a moment as if she'd never worn something like them before. Coughing slightly, she fumbled with the pants, managing to get them without too much effort. The top took a little more thought, though she managed to get it the right way around the first time. Smiling to herself, she adjusted the top, and the suit underneath, wearing a strange mix of standard work-wear, and high-tech supersuit.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline keenly eyes the one-piece suit, her mind ticking over, pondering many things.
How do you pee in that thing? I can't see a hole.
Misaka introduces her forehead to the palm of her right hand and shakes her head from side to side in amused embarrassment, a silly grin hidden behind her forearm.
Sev seemed taken back from the question, going completely still. After a moment, she made probably the most appropriate reaction to the query: An exasperated sigh, and forehead to wall.
"I am -not- answering that." she said firmly, giving Eva an unamused glare.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Well. It's just that I can't really see any way for you to do it in that thing.
Personally I think you look better without it, too.
However, now that you've got some clothes, I think we have a lot of things to talk about, right?
A quick glance outside the small porthole window would reveal a planet whose likeness most would be able to instantly recognise as the cosmopolitan heartland of Liberty - Planet Manhattan.
The small speaker retrofitted to one corner of the ceiling barks to life with the sound of a voice vaguely recognisable as belonging to Fumika.
We're approaching Manhattan orbit now. Taking up a GSO. Give my regards to the cat.
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