Kapra, content with their work, struck a pose before realizing their fingers were a little wedged. They didn't imagine it was that important...until 002 ran off. "Oi, Wait!" She called, trying to pursue before realizing their folly; they were firmly connected to a hunk of metal. Cursing to themselves about 'her of all people to run off' barely noticed Keepa start off down the hall after them before she turned to get into position, anchoring herself for the worst and trying to provide cover for the rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keepa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was genuinely worried; she seemed to have a way of attracting unwanted attention, from what I overheard. Still, missing a layer of skin leaving my fingers raw was disconcerting. She soon returned with no sign of 066 except for a few gunshots in the distance. "Is he okay?" I asked, feeling foolish since she probably didn't know, herself.

She opened the bag and I sat by a wall not too far from the others as she started treating my fingers. I winced numerous times from the attention she gave them and sterilization. "N..no-" I hissed, trying to be tough like the others. Ears drooping as I sighed once she was done, getting to bandaging. "I'm sure zeht you've heard all of zeh introductions" I muttered, my fingers throbbing after they had finally warmed up. I really had to learn to control my power better. "I...ehrm..." I begin, curious if it mattered, "...Thank you" I (apparently) concluded, disappointed with myself for not introducing myself...

"I'm 047" I manage, before the fight began.