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The sound of creaking wood trying hard to support the weight of probably the lab's largest resident pulled Maya from her trance and perked her interest. Of course, her whole room shook when her dear ol' Robot Pickle banged his tank of a hand on her already heavily-damaged door - Maya was pretty sure that he was going to be the one to cause her escape, 'cause soon this baby was going to fall again. Why did they never bother to get a [i]good[/i] door? A few more bangs from Worogoro, and she could just push the door down. [color=007236]"Oi, you awake ya grot?"[/color] 

Maya scuffled to her feet, and was [i]going[/i] to sprint to her little opening which she only wished she could squeeze through; but, when she got half way across the room, Worogoro had simply tossed her whole bottle into her cell, and hopefully without aiming, had smacked Maya [i]right in the face[/i] with it. The force had sent her flying back into the rear wall with a loud crash. The inner Maya wanted to scream and cry, but the rest of her was more focused on the food.

In one movement, Maya had ripped off her mask and shoved the bottle in her mouth. Unsurprisingly, she didn't drink from it like a [i]normal[/i] person - she bit right into the side, sending the goop flying all over the place and on her, but she "enjoyed" it anyway. Spying a glimpse of Worogoro's hand through her door's opening, she noticed that he was carrying a raw steak. Again, she scrambled back to the door, leaning as most as she could against the letter slot. Her face had a long, bottle-shaped red mark across it, but she didn't care.

"[color=9e0039]Aw, Pickle, why can't [i]I[/i] have any steak?[/color]" she whined through her tiny window between her and the [s]livestock[/s] researchers. She knew exactly why she couldn't be handed food - she'd actually try to bite the hand that fed her. But of course, that didn't stop Maya from trying. She was nothing if not obstinate.

Maybe that's why many of the researchers refused to work with her - out of fear for their limbs. But then there's Worogoro, the giant Ork who for some reason wore heavy armor. Was it for her, just so he wouldn't potentially die from spending time with her? [color=9e0039][i]Don't be daft,[/i][/color] Maya's inner voice reprimanded her, [color=9e0039][i][b]you[/b] just can't be trusted[/i][/color].


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