Hearing her story, Camellia listened to every detail as her cerulean eyes scanned the girl. What an odd turn of events. It was probably better than your father auctioning your skills off to some PMC. Suddenly the younger girl's green eyes widened.
"You don't think they'll want to turn me into a full cyborg just to enhance my skills, do you...?"
"Even if they did, I would be the only one to do so and of course I would never do that. You're a pretty, young girl. I would never dare to authorize that kind of operation" Camellia smiled. "I mean, Armstrong isn't bad, personally I think he is nuts. I don't really know much of everyone here. Monsoon, he's quiet, but can act like a jerk sometimes; Mistral seems somewhat normal, but only somewhat; then there is Sundowner who is brute! I must warn you to try to stay away from him; and then lastly there is Sam. I never knew that such a cyborg can be so carefree. Makes me kinda envious. Oh well then." The brunette stole a quick glance from her tablet on the desk before giving a smile.
"It seems I am off duty until tonight. Maybe I can show you the rest of the facility and probably where you will be staying. I will run by to Armstrong if you can stay in my room. I don't feel comfortable with you sleeping anywhere else."
After hearing Camellia's concern for Larissa's accommodation, this made the young adult feel... Almost as if she was being looked over by someone. Or as if there was someone who cared.
She hadn't felt that way in a very long time.
She cracked another smile and nodded in agreement. "I'd like that very much, thank you, Camellia."
It took at least an hour to show her the whole underground facility. They had her lab, training rooms, dormitory sectors, a small library and lastly the dining hall, which wasn't as large as a school mess hall, but it had more justice than one.
"Well, I'm going to get dinner now, cause I got my late shift tonight so feel free to join-" Entering the mess hall, she sighed. Of course the infamous "Winds of Destruction" had to be there. "-me." Camellia finished. Clearing her thought, she ushered Larissa along. "Just ignore them" she whispered.
Monsoon was quiet, but his gaze lifted up when the two walked in. Of course he heard the curly haired doctor telling the girl to ignore them. The doctor was new as well, but she was smart to mind her own business. He watched the two as they got their food and sat at a table on the opposite side of the room.
"That's the girl, right?" Mistral commented. Her eyes flickered from the girl to the red cyborg who simply nodded.
"Yes." he answered.
Larissa's eyes often shifted over to the other members of Desperado, curious to see if any of them were rumouring about her.
"I didn't think cyborgs were able to eat so much..." Judging by the quantity of food on Sundowner's plate.
"You would be surprised. They need a little more food than us to maintain their bodies since most of it is artificial" Camellia explained.
"A wonderful explanation, Dr. Rios" Sundowner exclaimed, the tone, of course, is quite sarcastic. The brunette's blue eyes flickered at the largish man, before turning away.
"See what I mean? An absolute brute" the doctor whispered with a sigh before taking another bite of her meal.
Monsoon shot Sundowner a glance before sighing.
"Be lucky that there are no ratios or you might as well be as good as dead" the red cyborg smirked as he took a small bite of his own food. Within the company of the team, he kept a silent gaze on the girl. He noticed her arm had better motor movement, thanks to Dr. Rios, but will she be able to progress? A skilled human can kill three normal cyborgs, but how much can this girl handle?
Dinner couldn't get any more awkward. It was silent except for the sounds of cutlery against the dishes and Sundowner shovelling food in his mouth. It was kinda making Camellia uncomfortable. She can see Larissa feeling the same way.
"Say, where are the accommodations here?" Hearing this, Camellia sighed. The perfect escape.
"They are alright. I'll show you. Also, I sent Armstrong a quick email during the tour. You can stay with me" she explained as she quickly finished her plate. Seeing that Larissa was done, the two left the mess hall. She didn't even want to look at the table of cyborgs. Her room wasn't far. It was down a floor and down the hallway to the left. Of course, the Winds of Destruction got their rooms. There were two bunks on either side of Camellia's room. two metal locks each for closet space and a small cabinet.
"Its not much, but at least we got our air conditioning, huh?" Camellia chuckled.
"This is home, sweet home." Being silent for a moment, the brunette pushed up her glasses. "Alright, it sucks, but I try to make it as comfortable as I can." Noticing the time, Camellia gasped.
"I'm sorry, but I need to get back to the lab, but you are free to visit any time." Camilla smiled as she opened the door to the room. "My shift is only for two hours, but I'm sure you can occupy yourself. There is a training room, and a workout room and...not much. Anyways, I'll see you in a bit, Larissa" the doctor chimed as she hurried back to the lab.
Having his fill, Monsoon pushed his plate aside. He didn't say a word as he stood up from the table and left. His normal place was the training room. He was a machine. A device for murder. Nothing more. Nothing less. The training room was bare, which he didn't mind. What's the point of decoration? Black sais twirled between his agile fingertips. Each day was the same old thing, day by day.