[hr][center][h2][i][color=#FF9966]Siobhan O’Riley[/color][/i][/h2]
[b][color=#FF9966]Location:[/color][/b] Gateway
[b][color=#FF9966]Skills/items used:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=#FF9966]Mentioned:[/color][/b]
[sup]Yuki[@Forsythe] Vemmon[@Psyker Landshark][/sup][/center][hr]
Well.

That was one way to make a first impression.

Siobhan remained crouched by the Vemmon, one hand hovering uselessly in the air where she’d apparently expected either a user interface or divine intervention to pop up and solve the issue for her. Neither seemed especially forthcoming. Instead, she got an angel with the bedside manner of a tax audit, a collapsing lizard, and a stranger spontaneously turning into what looked like a pink stuffed toy with a medical certification.

[color=#FF9966]“Jaysus, Mary,”[/color] she muttered under her breath. Siobhan stared at the Digivice like it had personally insulted her family line.

The buzz in her hand came sharp and sudden, the screen spasming out of useless static just long enough to present what looked, insultingly enough, like an actual diagnostic readout. Her eyes skimmed over it once, then again, brow knitting harder with every line.

[b]BIOLINK ESTABLISHED. LOADING…LOADING…

VEM.MON STATUS:
AUTOREPAIR INCOMPLETE. DEFRAGMENTATION REQUIRED.
ERROR: REPAIR TOOL INACCESSIBLE. SEEK EXTERNAL REPAIR.[/b]

Her thumb hovered over the side of the device as though she might find a hidden button labeled [i]fix lad immediately[/i]. Naturally, there wasn’t one. Just the ugly little truth of it: whatever bond had apparently been forced online between her and the poor reptilian wreck at her knees, it came with diagnostics but no solution. Of course it fucking didn’t. [color=#FF9966]“Biolink established,”[/color] she read under her breath, accent curling around the words with deep suspicion. [color=#FF9966]“Christ, I’ve been [i]bluetooth-paired[/i] to a dyin’ lizard.”[/color]

Her green eyes tracked Yuki’s transformation with the kind of fixed, brittle concentration usually reserved for system failures moments before something caught fire. The healing itself was enough to make the skepticism in her fold up a little and go sit in the corner. Not enough, clearly, but enough that the thing on the ground still existed afterward.

Which, at this point, counted as a win.

[color=#FF9966]“Easy, love,”[/color] she said, the sharpness in her voice sanded down just a notch. [color=#FF9966]“Ye did more than the feathery management team over there seemed able t’do in the last five bloody minutes.”[/color]

That said, her gaze slid upward toward Dominimon with open, unimpressed irritation. [color=#FF9966]“An’ fer future reference, [i]‘find the connection’[/i] is a shite set o’ instructions. Very inspirational, real mystical, absolutely useless under pressure.”[/color]

Her fingers tightened around her Digivice. The thing had gone from annoying prop to active participant so quickly she wasn’t sure whether to chuck it off the nearest ledge or ask it politely not to let her weird purple gremlin die. The screen still glitched in uneven static, symbols jumping like a busted terminal trying to render a language pack it didn’t have installed.

[color=#FF9966]“Right,”[/color] she said quietly, more to ground herself than anything else. She shifted down properly onto one knee beside him, glasses sliding a little down her nose as she leaned in. One hand still held the Digivice. The other hovered, then settled gingerly against his shoulder once she was reasonably sure he wasn’t going to spontaneously combust under the pressure.

[color=#FF9966]“Vemmon, then,”[/color] she glanced once at the screen as though to confirm the machine hadn’t invented him. [color=#FF9966]“I’m Siobhan.”[/color] A beat. [color=#FF9966]“Apparently.”[/color] There was a faint edge of incredulous laughter in it, but only faint.

She looked back to the diagnostic text and read the lines again, lips thinning. Autorepair incomplete. Defragmentation required. Repair tool inaccessible. Seek external repair. [color=#FF9966]“Brilliant,”[/color] she said. [color=#FF9966]“So ye can tell me he’s knackered in five different fonts, but not where t’bring him.”[/color]

Still, annoyed as she was, the pieces were beginning to line up in a way she didn’t appreciate. Yuki’s little magical triage stunt had done something. Not enough to cure whatever corruption had chewed through him, but enough to keep him from tipping over the edge. And now her own device was confirming the obvious: he wasn’t fixing himself, and whatever internal tool was meant to do the job either didn’t work or couldn’t be reached from here.

External repair.

Meaning not here. Not now. Not by her.

[color=#FF9966]“Feathers,”[/color] she called without looking away from Vemmon, her irritation returning with renewed structure now that it had something useful to cling to. [color=#FF9966]“Since yer mysterious bullshit box ‘ere can at least diagnose him, maybe start speakin’ in actionable nouns.”[/color] Shiv’s deflated sigh sounded suspiciously tired of the posturing and grandstanding [color=#FF9966]“External repair [i]where[/i]?”[/color]

Then she squared her shoulders slightly, hand still on Vemmon, and looked toward Dominimon again with the expression of someone prepared to be very difficult until she got something useful. [color=#FF9966]“Because if this lad’s with me, I’m not sittin’ here waitin’ fer him to blue-screen.”[/color]