[hr][center][color=yellow][h1]Yazmin Cormick[/h1][/color][/center][hr]

Yazmin sat at the table, a surreal chill overtaking the groggy state that the sleeping gas had cursed her with. She listened to Pseudo, but it was more hearing the android's voice, rather than actually understanding the words. Instead of truly paying attention, she fiddled with a small hairpin, inserting it into seemingly random points in her mechanical arm. To the others, the motions would seem like a self-distracting fiddling, but in reality, she was working. Her "random" poking was actually methodical, technical actions. She was discreetly increasing the strength of her arm's hydraulic system. The people who had invented her arm had designed it to match the strength of the user's flesh body. Because of this, Yazmin theorized that she could heighten the ability of the arm. Instead of having the strength of a pathetic, 110 pound girl with no physical prowess, she could possibly have the strength of a fully grown man, and then some.

She looked around at the others, the fixed her gaze for a moment on the reason she was trying to give herself superstrength - Ailbert Rend. To put it simply, Yazmin was scared of him. Sure, she was scared of a lot of things, but a few days ago Rend had tried to kill her, so he took top priority. The moment she'd seen him in the foreign meeting hall, she'd decided that she would just sit by if he tried something else. If her experimentation worked, she could actually be useful. From she'd seen, and she'd looked everywhere, there wasn't a single piece of electronic technology in the entire place, so the only way she could be useful was to use technology of her own. 

Presently, the girl stood to her feet. She knew not if her fear showed on her face. She couldn't, tell if the other thought of her as a scared little girl, but she could see that Rend held nothing but content for her. A thought sparked in her mind. If the this contempt-driven man did see her as weak and vulnerable, she could use that if he posed a threat once again. 

[color=Yellow]"I'm gonna... go wash off."[/color] She said as she turned and began to walk away. Scenarios began spiraling through her head, but most of them ended up with Rend shooting her, then becoming the "king of humanity," and the stupid principality sending all of her friends to their deaths. 

These scenarios were very sobering, and they destroyed her visions of trying to be heroic. Instead, she began to felt the familiar chilling-panic she so often knew. She went into the restroom and disrobed to her undergarments. Before removing her arm, she knelt and reached her flesh limb into the tub to feel the lukewarm water. As she drew her hand out, her thumb scraped against the wood, a slight protruding chip dragging against her skin and cutting her. She quickly drew her hand back as blood dripped from the cut onto the floor. In frustration she hit the side of the tub with her mechanical palm. Instead of making a dull thud, her robotic limb punched straight through the wooden basin with a loud crack. 

She stumbled back and sat on the floor as the water spilled from the tub, and onto the floor, drenching her legs and soaking the clothes that she'd left on the floor. She looked with a sigh at her surroundings. The bad news was that her clothes were drenched, but the good news outweighed the bad. She'd successfully rigged her arm to function at above-normal strength.