[center][h2][color=gold][b]Subject 332 - [i]Parkinson[/i][/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Parkinson have Andarta a longing gaze while the massive female seemed somewhat confused by the blonde's words. She couldn't blame the tall woman in all honesty, she didn't quite picture what she was saying either. She just knew these things, and understood them to an extent. Her fellow subject's actions wouldn't irritate Parkinson as much as her loud voice, and hopefully her nod would confirm her basic understanding of the nerve expert's words. 

Her headache was appearing to subside at this point for her stress was slowly taken away by her massive colleague's imposing presence that only manifested friendship, giving her an illusion that she had at least some form of wall between the alien sex and herself. Though it would only re-emerge with Darlene's small set of words, causing her head to thump in realization of the depth in her words. More precisely, the idea of being prisoners felt mind numbing to Parkinson, for it made not sense to her. 

"[color=gold]Prisoners? Wouldn't that mean we actually did something to get here? You make no sense ...[/color]" 

She gave Darlene a caution glare along with her more solemn voice, the mysterious girl only making her presence known by saying such a cryptic thing. 332 couldn't really understand how they could be prisoners if they hadn't done anything beforehand, let alone know who these people were to even push them to imprison them. The more silent of the girls would reach the red zone in Parkinson's head, much like the males they had encountered. She simply didn't feel this person well enough. On the contrary, this Sony girl reminded her much of the Amazon she had conflicted with a couple of times already. There were a few things Parkinson couldn't understand about this petite female, starting by how careless she acted toward shady strangers like these males. Added to that the mysterious undertone she boy she was addressing had. For some reason, his calmer voice irritated her a lot more than Andarta's obnoxious yet involuntary yelling.

[color=gold][i]Nicknames. We already have TWO names. This is stupid ... They're all stupid. Maybe I'm a prisoner for thinking too much? Maybe this is hell ...[/i][/color]

She thought of the word hell, a term originating from something specific that she couldn't get her finger on. But she related any bad experience or punishment to it for some reason. Was it maybe a very ugly place in this facility? This thought alone would maker her head hurt even more, because she wouldn't make sense herself at this point. At this point, she realized focusing on the boys wasn't going to bring her all that much to her plate, and instead focused on the leaders in hopes that they would move on or at least know why they were still parked here. 

It'd be there that she'd notice the chemistry between the two de facto leaders of the groups, how the behaved. In a sense Parkinson envied it, but knew she'd have a hard time considering being in a communicative mood with these male counterparts of her's. The sudden commentary from Andarta, though humorous, caused a rather strange reaction in Parkinson's entire being. She suddenly felt queasy, not by head mild headache but by the what the term 'fornicate' invoked in her mind. The term itself made her feel uncomfortable, she wasn't sure what it entirely entailed but she didn't like the mental images she was having. The deeper meaning behind it however made her clench her stomach as butterflies ran loose in her body. Her instincts told her something great would come from such a thing, but one word propped into her mind when she reflected on all of this. 

"[color=gold]Don't you mean procreate? That would be the better term.[/color]" 

She'd return on what Andarta said with a somewhat nervous tone this time. As embarrassing as the concept was, her mind slowly ventured to the idea as to why she had mixed feelings about it. But before she'd have any sensation of consequence, the following events would glue her back to earth. A sudden conflict involving what seemed to be another male and people with the same attire as those in the other room. Their supposed leader intervened which followed with even more violence. Parkinson was notably frightened by this, by this violence and the visible pain these strikes inflicted on others. The fact that she understood just how much they'd hurt made her cringe. 

The Amazon standing behind her as some kind of barrier made the thin blonde feel a little more at ease, much like how the warrior's presence reassured her when confronted to the men. Parkinson made sure to stay close to the large girl she was essentially born with and simply peeked to the side so she could at least see how this would end. Her growing head pain would prevent her from processing such fast movements and flashy events, but the end result would be clear, there were people killed and Red had been hurt. Death didn't scare Parkinson, she understood it enough to see in a rather desensitized position. But the pain that it could entail was what made her heart sink. 

Looking up at her giant subject counterpart, the giant could see that the even left the shorter blonde shaken. Parkinson would back up in fear when the human colossus would try and pat her head, knowing full well she could crush the smaller girl's head and even body with or without the collar. The problem would be that if she'd back up to the point of being out of the giant's range, she'd get caught up with the rest of the people, which didn't make her feel any better. So, as a reflex, she tried to slap the girl's hand away with her little strength, in hopes that it would at least deter her from continuing. 

"[color=gold]Don't. You're scaring me.[/color]"

She knew she was being unfair to Andarta, and she was probably her only ally. But Parkinson was genuinely afraid of any possibility of being hurt at this point. She felt like literally anyone could kill her at this point.