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The meaning of his words didn’t sink in properly right away. She thought what he meant was, why are you attacking me? Seeing the translucent barriers that had formed between them side tracked her thoughts. Until she could finally hear herself speaking. Though not a physical barrier. It was still a barrier on language. And while she spoke English almost fluently, words were hard to grasp under stress. “Jag trodde du var…” She begins, but then shakes her head before trying again. “I-I thought, you were a guard…” Alver now looked a little familiar to her. Although she fell short of remembering when and where. “I just. I wanted... I, couldn’t go-” She started looking around herself acting lost. “-back.” As if it had only just dawned on her that she was actually outside of her cell for the first time since they last upgraded the containment protocols for her.

Her hand moved to wipe at her face but that familiar metallic smell made her scrunch up her face in disgust, recoil back while jumping up off of Alver and look down at her stained clothing. She kiltered off balance from the sedatives and couldn’t stop until the wall caught and aided with propping her up. Despite her previous attempt to wash off the blood, there was still more of the guard and doctor still clinging to her than she was willing to tolerate. “Vad tittar du på-what are you looking at?!” She snapped at Alver. It was the best way she knew how to handle her insecurities. It was something similar to this that had set her off in the past if she felt that someone was staring at her. Only this time the sedative that was in her system stopped her from pursuing it much further. By dragging her down to the floor after taking several steps back towards him.

Upon taking an unsteady knee to the smooth surface did she really stop to take the time to catch her breath and assess what was going on around her. This was more than her simply somehow managing to stay awake and downing two people for five minutes of freedom. Many of the lights were out, messages were being sent through the facility, the guards that she expected to come swarm her from around the corner was instead...a doctor? She was close enough to grab Alver's arm. For a second she thought about grabbing him as a hostage but something stopped her. Her hand fell short when it came down and was instead used to push herself forcefully back to her feet; claws scraping loudly against the floor. It still didn't stop her from getting ready to go on the offensive if the woman got close enough. That was until her knees buckled again. "Nej! Nejnejnejnej." She hissed through her teeth for being betrayed by her own legs. Her hand grips Alver's arm. Not out of anger this time but anxiety.

By the time she looked up again the woman was kneeling right in front of them. The shock sends a visible jolt through her body. Particularly when she begins to speak words she is far more familiar with; taking her off guard. "Hur vet du?" Kaij couldn't figure out what sent the chill up her spine first. "Ge dig vad?" The fact that this doctor appeared injured and disheveled with her face covered, and acting so strangely calm. Smelling of a mixture of something somewhat pleasant with something else. Creeping ever closer to them both and putting, at the very least Kaij on edge. Acting as though she was observing them. Staring at them. Staring directly at, her.

"Sluta stirrar!" Not requiring to see this doctor's eyes to feel that familiar anger surge through her again. Her muscles spasm swatting at the woman with the back of her hand while attempting to back up. Like a cat who didn't like having its space invaded and demanded that they keep their distance. Which, considering how she has been known to act in the past was an extremely gentle way of handling things. Still. This was all putting her into a panic. Kaijmera grunted in discomfort. Alver would be able to feel the bones in her hand gristle and her tendons spastic-ly flex. "Backa!" She growled, half in pain as small popping sounds emitted from her spin and her body seemed to subtly begin to unsettle under her clothes. When will the guards will be coming? What if they see what she did? What will they do when they find out? Those thoughts relentlessly looped inside of her mind to fuel her fear.