"Just what caused all of this anyway? Have you always been like this?"

Jaxx couldn't help shooting Zatman a rather dark glance due to the fact he was expecting a long-winded explanation at that time of all times. However, he managed to settle his breathing patterns as he began to speak in a calm yet somewhat pained manner.

"Well...ever since the whole incident with Anderson and his so-called "heroics", I've found myself relying on short bursts of my Xantio-Serum just to get on with my life. You could say it's the unfortunate result of my overexposure."

"Unfortunate?" Luba interrupted, sounding unconvinced. "The stories say you injected yourself with the stuff!"

"Don't be so hasty in believing mere stories, Miss Rhinehart," the GHEIST male advised. "Anyway, the main point is that if I don't get my gas fix and soon, I'm going to be a right unstable wreck."

Engrossed in the chaos and urgency of the situation, they hadn't noticed the double doors of the corridor open with their usual deep "groan", upon realising just what was going on, Katja suddenly abandoned her previous tasks (which involved a check-up on some of the cells' more milder victims) and was now focused on finding the supposed, confiscated gas. Valentina may have had the honour of locking him up, but she couldn't help feeling slightly elevated at having the honour of potentially saving Jaxx's life.

Swiftly shoving piles of paper off the desks and opening every drawer and locker possible, Katja's frantic mood soon caught Copper's attention.

"Just what are you doing, rookie?"

"Trying to find the new prisoner's gas", she explained, starting to sound a little irritated when she noticed her leader's unchanged expression. "Give him a chance, sir. It's not like he's tried to attack any of us."

"Not yet, anyway. Just because he's a gentleman, and the fact it's obvious you have the hots for him, doesn't make him any less of a villain. Besides, Luba's in that cell with him. Who's to say he isn't just a distraction for when she tries to attack you?"

He'd added the "obvious you have the hots for him" part as a cheap shot to make her back down due to embarrassment, but he couldn't help feeling slightly defeated when he noticed she was still searching for the gas.

"Sir, I've dealt with a lot of medical episodes in my time," She said, sounding quite disgusted at his attitude. "Heh, I was the only one in the family who knew what to do when Travis had his asthma attacks. Jaxx isn't faking it. He may be GHEIST, but my gawd...I'm not about to let anyone die."

"I doubt he's going to die," Copper scolded, but it was all in vain; having seen her find the gas canister and make her way towards the cells, he knew there was little chance Katja would change her mind. Orders were a top priority for her, but she was willing to against even his instructions when it came to the subject of someone's suffering. Except if it was Robin. Then she simply would have laughed until the cows came home.

"Oh great, now I'm going to have to start looking for a replacement."

She suddenly stopped, unable to believe what she'd just heard. Trying her best to calm herself down from an inevitable hissy fit from having her honour offended, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her Leader's next declaration.

"Laptop Battery, rookie," he said, rather calmly as he held up a rather chunky, metallic, square-shaped object to the light. "As if I'd ever replace you."

"You replaced me with Valentina on her first flippin' day," the blonde female muttered, rather bitterly out of her fellow Sentinel's earshot; however, she was able to switch her scowl to a smile as she just about managed to push the door open with her shoulder, calling out as she took the first few steps into the main cell corridor.

"Jaxx?"

"Next to mine!"

Noticing the Uppers prisoner edged himself closer to the cell next door, she immediately quickened her step as she just about managed to open the heavy, metal entrance with one hand; Zatman seemed pleased to see her, yet Luba would giving her the darkest glare anyone had seen upon her face in a long time. If she gave you that look, the chances were almost certain that you'd be dead before the end of the day.

"Though we actually wouldn't have to go through this if you hadn't taken the gas away from him, bitch."

"I wasn't the one who took it off him so don't start having a go at me, bitch" Katja said, bravely shooting a somewhat serious glance in the GHEIST female's direction. However, her darkened mood soon lifted as she began to kneel down next to the redhead; with one hand taking control of what looked like part of an oxygen mask, and the other hand supporting him with a firm yet comforting grip on the shoulder.

"There we go," she cooed, watching over him rather protectively as she slowly "fed" him the gas. "Nice and gently, that's it."

Not wanting to take any more chances regarding his symptoms, Jaxx snatched the canister from the blonde Sentinel as he managed to navigate the "mask" on his own. After just a few seconds, he was safely out of his panicked state and was simply breathing deeply in his own, relaxed rhythm.

Shocked and surprised at the mere aspect of a Sentinel helping one of the scientists, never mind the actual observation, Luba and Zatman couldn't help looking at Katja in silent awe.

"Are you a secret member of the GHEIST we don't know about, hun?" She commented, making light of the situation but secretly hoping her fellow blonde wouldn't see it as a stab against her honour.

"I can assure you that's not the case," she responded, briskly but still with a smile on her face. "But it's like I said to Copper a few moments ago. GHEIST or not, I'm not about to just let someone die."

"Actually, Miss Noble," Jaxx began, struggling yet just about managing to sit up properly. "I wouldn't have died, per say."

"I'd heard about this from other members of the clan, but I wasn't sure whether I believed it," Luba began, sounding a little relieved. "Apparently, it has happened once before. He goes really crazy and unstable, imagine the likes of American Psycho over there but times it by 100."

"Wow...I don't think even I'd be able to survive that," Zatman said, his tone slightly fearful but mostly impressed by the mere thought.

"Methane managed to stop him causing too much damage," the blonde GHEIST continued, sounding a little hesitant in her words. "But let's just say Dr Saw had a lot of his time taken up after all the carnage."

"And I don't remember any of it!" Jaxx exclaimed in a sing-song way, sounding rather jubilous and a little drunk; the reason becoming obvious when he went to take another snifter of gas, giggling as he did so. However, he was soon sporting a rather childish pout when Katja suddenly snatched the gas away from him.

"I think you've had too much now," she said, with a rather humoured smile on her face.

"Don't tell me when I've had too much, woman!" He complained, sounding a little too whiny to be taken seriously; however, the more timid personalities took over when Katja began to slowly pull him up onto his feet. Noticing her then open the cell door after a quick tug or two of the metal bars, Jaxx couldn't help wondering whether his time was up already.

"I'm not doing this because you're special, and I'm certainly not your get out of jail free card," she explained, with a kind-sounding seriousness. "I'm doing this because a bit of air and a walk around will do you some good. But no trying to escape whilst you're here, promise?"

"Erm, ok," he replied, giving a single nod; he seemed calm but he was a little pensive, due to the promise-making aspect still seeming a bit foreign to him. "Promise."

"Shake on it," she said, holding out her hand, with the other placed on the pocket containing her pistol incase he tried anything. "There's witnesses here, so don't even think about crossing your fingers."

When the GHEIST male immediately grabbed and shook her hand with his own gloved digits, she couldn't help smiling , yet she found herself making a rather curious-sounding noise; catching the stares, the blonde police officer realised she couldn't keep her current musings to herself.

"How come it's only members from the other clans who seem to show me any respect? No other Sentinel would have gone through the motion so quickly and without question. Heck, they'd have been all snarky about it and made some snide remark, the meanies."

"Because the Sentinel don't care about your past achievements, Miss Noble," Jaxx said, taking the female by the arm and sounding rather sympathetic. "They just care about you doing a good job, which you can't do when you keep getting hot and bothered about the past. I should know. I almost had Clint City on it's knees in terms of the underworld but the GHEIST just see me as some gas-ridden maniac. Which I admit, that's a perfect description for me at times. And I'd rather have them call me that than Jack the Wanker or something like that."

The fact that they had begun to walk and talk meant they were too engrossed to notice a certain Upper's sudden outburst.

"Jack the Wanker! Now that is just epic," Zatman said, laughing quite heartily before he found himself the target of Luba's rather unimpressed stare.

"...what?"