Snippet #2634806

Alright, so she hadn't meant to kill him - she'd meant to kill a guard, which Alver definitely wasn't. Good lord, he definitely wasn't. He was still fifteen and an experiment too for goodness sake! Which was a stupid thing to be angry over, but if it got rid of his fear so much the better. It helped strengthen his shields too, which was good. He didn't want Crazy Psycho Blood-covered Lady (which was what he was going to call her until she revealed her name, like hell he was going to use experiment codes) to break through them again. No way did he want to end up like those people in her cell.

Alver shuddered and pushed the memory away. Not gonna remember that.

"W-what I'm looking at?!" He gasped, staring at her incredulously through the barrier. Finally getting his breath back, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "I should be asking you that, what the hell -"

A doctor interrupted him then, her voice cool and spouting the same gibberish CPBL (it was a bit too long to call her properly) had been speaking a few minutes ago, and Alver lowered the barriers in relief. A doctor! Someone who could calm the crazy lady down! Not that he didn't really like them (some of them could be complete jackasses), but thank goodness.

Or not. Alver stiffened as CPBL gripped his arm - again. Great, what was it with her and his arm?! Her grip was loose, though, like she was anxious about something. Ignoring the conversation she was exchanging with the doctor, Alver frown at the doctors appearance. She was acting way to calm for someone who looked like she'd been mauled. And what was that smell? He sniffed the air, leaning away from the doctor. Lavender and... something else that kinda smells like the bathroom... whats with her goggles?

He winced as CPBL's grip tightened. He glanced up at her, and his eyes widened as she started to shift, small popping noises appearing as she did so. "H-hey, calm down," he said quickly, trying his best to sound soothing. If she freaked out, then there wasn't anything he could do but hope for instant death. He'd have put up shields, but since that might aggravate her further... no. And he didn't have much time either if she was freaking out about the guards and he really didn't want to end up like her last socialising attempt, oh lord.

He racked his mind for more to say, but then the doctor took of her goggles and all he could think of was oh shiz.