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Through the panic she was again, taken back by this doctor's reaction. No shock, or flinching from the facially covered woman. "Människa?" Kaijmera didn't understand why she would chose to that particular word and effectively knocking some of the haze from her mind. This person was not reacting the way she was supposed to, nor speaking words that were expected. Her delay for acknowledging Alver's words was evident, but it allowed her to take a moment to look at him again. Her eyes still gazed intensely at him, yet for once she didn't immediately react in frustration. The grip around Alver's arm loosened, if only slightly enough to ease the pain she was causing him.

By the time she looked back the doctor had removed the goggles. This was not just some facility worker. She had seen those eyes before. The reason, time and location were eluding her. Something that was mentioned over the speakers most certainly, but... Now was not the time to wonder or idle. The point was that her reaction changed again from aggression to hesitation, settling some of the tension inside of her and attune her attention to what this being had to say.

The loud plodding footsteps that now echoed and threatened to close in on them felt like a jolt of electricity up her spine. She released Alver, jumping unsteadily to her feet with more determination than ever to deny the grogginess that gripped her. It was easy to simply think about charging them. Except the constant reminder of her sluggishness mixed with the possible number of guards. Prepared ones at that. The gears turned in her head as her eyes darted from the source of the noise to shield kid. His face clearly showing that he was just as clueless and stranded as to what to do. She gritted her teeth and anxiously shrugged her shoulders back till some of that tension released from her spine as several small pops. This was not what she wanted. Another tranq and she would be lucky to have the ability to run. But they sounded like they were carrying more than that. The bodies, they had to have seen them too.

Kaijmera leans back from this GNS person's hand. "Ghhnnnnn! Smörja!" She curses in frustration. How would taking someone's hand help at all? It took too long for them to decide. Now was all the time they had left. She would hoist Alver up from where he sat on the ground, with the help of the woman's hand to offer her leverage; her long claws wrapping around gently enough not to pierce the skin. Certain that he wouldn't want to stick around either. "Få oss ut."