Just as the doctor claimed, not a single sound came from her when her wounds were treated. It was clear that whatever life this girl lived before, it was far from a pleasant one. For her, not making a singular sound while receiving this type of treatment just showed how used to it all she was. To her, this was a normality.

The elf couldn’t help but notice the woman give orders to the children. It reminded her of that other scientist she once knew. She didn’t understand what was being said, but the words were similar. He’d often order around his… the extract word evaded her. 

[i]”[color=bc8dbf]Oi, Assistants. Get me my tools…[/color]“[/i]

[color=39b54a][i]Assistants[/i][/color] was the word that entered her mind. Her eyes looked at those little assistants as they ran off to get the things. What would they come back with? 

She watched as the small, young assistants came back with towels and water. Did the experiment have something to do with that?

Despite seeming quiet and still, she was waiting. Waiting for the right moment. The moment she felt anything experimental she’d pounce. She’d tear this place down. She’d rip them all apart. 

Despite all the anticipation though… the right moment never came. 

Instead what happened next reminded her of the Andersons. The doctors who also cleaned her previous wounds many times. Wrapped her in bandages. 

Once she was cleaned up and wrapped in bandages her eyes looked them over. Even her arms had been cleaned off as well. The empty, metallic arms which looked like they had been covered in a layer of rust, but was actually dried, sandy blood, were now clean. 

She heard the next words that came. Lunch. She recognized that word. 

“[color=00a651][i]Doctor… Scientist[/i][/color]” The elf was starting to grow confused. But that didn’t mean she was going to lower her guard just yet. 

That guard was still around after all. Her eyes did occasionally look towards Ken whenever they scanned their surroundings idly on occasion. 

Once the doctor left them alone though the girl, whose body was only covered in bandages, took a better look at her surroundings as she began to simply walk and look around. 

She couldn’t help but be inwardly surprised at the degree of freedom she had to just walk around. Other than the one guard, or more accurately Ken, who the elf misunderstood was a guard. 

It just gave her more uncertainties about this place. Uncertainties that she needed to make certain before she did anything. As she walked or looked around in idle curiosity she did so with empty arms, her previously glowing green hands absent. She only materialized them when she needed them, making her demonic looking metallic arms seem odd. 

After looking around the current room and being satisfied enough with it she went to her bloody, torn clothes and reached down to pick them up. 

She looked at them, seeing the blood they were drenched in still, but in the end tossed them to the side as she chose to sit down now instead, waiting for lunch to happen.