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”Thank you for helping me up,” she said dryly. She didn’t appreciate the inappropriate comments. Gadget was thinking of the sign for fine when Banshee spoke. Her gaze wandered over to her. I did help her. She is healed. It is just hard to tell because of the type of injury. Gadget let out a soft sigh at the thought of telling Hellfire what she did. As she watched Banshee, she took note of how her eyes soften when she turned to Roz.
She wrapped her arms around herself. Gadget focused on thinking of the sign for fine again. She didn’t want to remember times of eyes softening. As she decided she’d give them privacy, she slowly headed for the exit. She rubbed her eyes and turned around. Her vision blurred again. I’ll be in my room as I need to rest. Also, no one should trust anyone. People aren’t worth trusting. Most are just liars, betrayers, users, or all three,” she said. She realized she said everything out loud and sighed.
”If she plans on sending me to the brig, tell her to at least wait until I wake up. There are less than pleasant side effects to healing someone,” she added before she turned and left. Once Gadget got to her room, she slid out of her spacesuit. It took a little more effort than she liked. She placed the outfit on the bag with her weapons against it. She always wore black shorts under her spacesuit, but she knew she should put a shirt on.
It wouldn’t be a surprise if Hellfire came bursting into the room. She slid on a sleeveless loose shirt that just covered the shorts at midthigh. She slid under the covers and curled up into a ball. Gadget allowed herself to shiver. She knew she should let Pinky out to warm up, but she felt exhausted. It was only a few seconds later before she fell asleep. Although, sleep didn’t take her for long. She was restless and kept waking up every few minutes. Finally, she decided to just lay there and wait for the storm that was sure to come called Captain Hellfire.