It was too hot. But she was shivering. Brooklyn lay on her back and her eyes opened to a dim light. The meltdown! She sat bolt up right with a startled gasp hands out in front of her... But the cockpit was gone. Everything was gone. It took a moment for her to realize she was in a hotel room, in a bed, back above in the city. Confusion overcame her. She had no idea how much time had passed as it felt like she had only closed her eyes for mere seconds. What had happened down there? Who brought her back? And who took her out of her clothes? She shivered again and pulled the covers over her bare chest. There she found gauze taped to her shoulders and shoulder blades and let her fingers run over the tender, aching flesh there. On her hands she found dark bruising where the electrodes had been. They were deep purple with red tendrils running away from them and up the underside of her forearm almost like veins. What the hell happened?

She scooted forward and started to look around for her clothes but they were nowhere to be found. Instead she saw Sebastian in the bed next to hers. He wasn't moving, but she could see his chest rising and falling. Still alive, but not in good shape. Someone had tended to him as well judging from the bits of gauze and the bandages that poked out of the covers on his right arm. Brooklyn turned, touching her toes to the floor, and wrapped the sheets around her back before rising. Joints popped, her back realigned and she swayed as a dizziness swept over her, but for the most part she was okay. [i]I'm okay[/i] she repeated to herself. Glancing down at Sebastian again she could noticed a thin line running along the underside of his jaw and around to his hair. Tentatively she brushed a lock of it aside and saw exactly what was happening. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Pinning the sheets under her arms she leaned over him and pushed lightly on his face. The flesh was firmer than she expected... but she guessed she should have expected it. With a little pressure the line sealed. She pushed herself upright again but left her hand on the bed just thinking. Her fingers sank into the mattress. Where his arm should have been. 

Pulling back she inhaled quickly and stared at the depression. Then pulled the covers down. She didn't have to go far before the bandages ended, wrapped around the stub that formed at his elbow. The girl's mouth twisted into an anguished frown and she ran a hand through her hair and down the side of her neck. Footsteps, a clicking and a creaking announced someone at the door. Frozen, she found it hard to take her eyes away, but slowly turned toward the entry. Gabe strode across to the dresser and put two sets of clothes, neatly folded, down on top of it.

"Sorry 'bout the nudity," he began immediately, "You... They needed to be washed." He turned to her with a sullen expression. As his eyes flicked over her body, then her face and then locked on her eyes the corner of his mouth pulled to the side somewhat, "How do you feel?"

"I'm... I feel... Alright I guess," her throat was dry and her voice hoarse, "... What--"

"He saved your crazy ass when that damned monster ya dug up went up in flames and nearly got us all killed," Gabe pointed behind her, "Me, DT 'n SEV... er, the bigger robot, got everyone out after that," he shrugged, "Glad yer up though." He certainly didn't sound glad.

"But you're alright then?" she asked, "And Anna?"

The mercenary frowned and looked at the floor before walking out of the room, "She's tryin' to rest."

Brooklyn's hands tightened around her sheets, watching him until he shut the door. After looking over her shoulder at Sebastian once more she went to the dresser.

Gabe walked down the hall to another room where he entered quietly. He took a seat by Annabelle's bed without saying a word.