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For the first time since being dragged here, Painwheel was left alone.
Underneath the bridge that spanned across the murky water, the survivors of Lab 8 were huddled. She heard them talking about scavenging what supplies they could and actually laughing; what kind of joke was this? She didn't even know Labs could be friendly since 0 was the base opposite of 8 in terms of.....interaction.
Some creepy nurse (like she was one to talk, Painwheel mused) had patched her up since Big Band had trounced her pretty good during their forced duel. Maybe sensing her mounting unease at having so many people around her, they finally gave her some space.
Well. At first. Here came that little lightning rod kid who had escorted her here to begin with. Leduc, wasn't it? Painwheel's fingers burrowed into the gritty sand and her eyes pulled themselves to thin slits.
"...What? What do you want?"
