(A/N): Sorry for the lack of updates on this one P: I kinda have a plan for it, so bear with me.
After she finishes eating, though more like taking as many bites as she could before deciding that pizza, God food or not, is bizarre yet tolerable. Anything was better than the vitamin and nutrient pills that she had always taken. Once she swallows the last of it, her watchers seem to be contesting over who questions her next.
"So why were the Foot after you?" Leonardo asks.
The Foot. She knows the name of Father's legion of minions, the swift yet silent ninjas that she had sparred against on a daily business and always kept an eye on the blind girl. The Foot, as far as she was concerned, were her enemy just as much as Leonardo and them are supposed to be. The enemy of her enemy was her friend, as Father would say. Then to kill the friend.
"I escaped." She replies, the old and new injuries that cover her telling the story that she wants them to think. The Foot had caused them, as well as Father when he was displeased with any poor result and her challenges to him.
"Once those are healed, we can take you home." Donatello offers, sounding like he's honestly trying to be helpful to the girl in any way he can. "Of course, I'd like to get a better look at your wires-"
"I have no home." She cuts him off, not wanting to ever consider Father's lair a 'home'. It was a place, a room, a training arena of hell, not even what she knows is the basics of what one thought of of a home. Another reason why she left.
"Dude, then you can totally crash here!" Michelangelo offers right away as he takes another loud chomp of pizza. "Right, guys? There's no way The Foot can get you down here."
Father already knows where 'here' is, no doubt. I have no safe place. She clenches a hand into a fist that trembles in pain she ignores. They must have seen it as Leonardo reasons aloud what's best for them to do. What's best for her.
"I can look after myself-" She starts to argue, only to be interrupted by the return of Raphael.
"Good job so far." He says rather sarcastically, then to where Leonardo stands. "Splinter wants you, Leo."
That's it. He's going first. She begins to plot just how she'll take him down, and remembers that they still had her wires. Leonardo obeys without question and she hears him head off in the same direction as their Master had gone earlier.
"Leave her alone, Raph. Don't you have training to do or someone to beat up?" Donatello lets out a sigh, to which Raphael replies that he does as she hears him drag an unwilling Michelangelo away. This leaves only her and him, unless they had any actually silent ninjas she knew nothing about. Donatello's quiet for a moment and she wonders if he left, too, until he speaks again with another sigh. "A wound opened up. Here, I'll change the bandage."
I didn't even notice. With all the injuries she had endured, it was a usual thing to feel warm liquid from a new cut, or sweat from intense sparring. He takes the hand she had made a fist with, unwrapping the cloth that lets out a dull sting.
"I might as well redo the salve while I'm at it. Let me know if it hurts, alright, Miss?"
"I'm not a 'Miss'." She informs him, though with less fire than earlier.
"Sorry, I don't know what to call you." He admits with a trace of sincerity in his voice as a cool paste is swirled onto her skin with what feels like scales, proving yet again that they were far from human.
Your murderer. She frowns, wondering if she still likes the sound of that as Donatello places a fresh cloth over the salve and gently wraps it back into place.