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WHO: Niska Elster
WHERE: On the path from bunker to village
WHEN: March 17
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: She may get angry, but no true violence past the animal attack

It was always inevitable that this would happen, though Niska had been hoping that she might avoid it. She charged at night, she always wore her contacts, and the only person who knew her secret was someone that she knew that she could trust. Perhaps it had been human of her, but she had allowed herself the delusion that no one would discover her secret.

What Niska hadn't counted on was the giant warthogs that lived near the bunker and that one of these days, her luck would run out -- not that she believed predominantly in luck, but she did believe in odds. An animal attack was far from impossible and with the strange flurry of bio-luminescent activity, she should have been more careful.

She wasn't, that's the trouble.

In her haste to leave the bunker from her last coding trip, Niska had wandered right into the warthog's territory. While she hadn't been stung, clearly it had been riles and in its frenzy, pinned her to a wall, sniffing her before deciding that she hadn't been worth the attack, moving on. Grimacing, she checks on her clothes, her scrubs, but when she lifts her palm back up, it's coated in blue synthetic fluid.

She's bleeding from the scrape to her hips and stomach from where she'd been pinned to the wall, the blue of it soaking through her scrubs -- her very bright scrubs where she won't be able to hide it. She needs to get back to her house, but being the middle of the day, it means that anyone she comes across is going to see her.

If she lingers or takes too long a path, then she'll bleed out, because she has replacement fluid at the house, but she needs to get there. Forming a plan, she instantly begins the march back, hand protecting the bleeding as best as she can.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries, her fingers are still tinged blue. She's still limping. Deep down, Niska knows that her secret won't make it past today, but she does something very human. She hopes.

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Sadly hope is not likely something this place has in good commodity. Not for those hoping to return home. Not for those hoping for their loved ones to arrive in this place. Not for Niska in hoping to avoid anyone else while she is trying to get somewhere safe.

Despite being fairly easily distracted, and Cougar being back to himself, Jake is still trying to work out the newest mystery presented him - while avoiding the jellyfishy things until he has a chance to thoroughly examine the specimens he's caught - and so is heading for the bunker to go through the computers again to try and have some kind of answer as to how they can literally change a person's entirely personality.

Having Cougar talking to him was neat, but he likes his stoic, quiet Cougar. And only a tiny bit because he likes being his translator for so much, and that they have that bond.

The grunts and odd sounds of an animal though draw him off track, prepared with a slingshot and some of the small glass vials he's prepared for just such an issue. Except that by the time he gets there, whatever the creature would be is gone and all that remains is a person he knows... who doesn't look entirely well, and her hand is oddly tinged.

Jake stops dead in his tracks, making an assumption of the coloring.

"Did you kill one of those things? Or a bunch of them? Did you get bitten?"

Niska knows that if she were to lie, she might buy herself about five to ten minutes before Jake realizes that she's not telling the truth. He's clever enough to put the pieces together, but he's also clever enough that he's one of the ones who worries her.

Someone who knows that much about tech is either a friend or an enemy and she doesn't know him well enough to decide.

So she's going to try and push him off. "I'm fine," she says sharply. "It must have stained when I was pressed against the rock, maybe it got on me, mixed with my blood."

"Which means you're still bleeding," he points out, wincing though because her tones keep him wary. Injured people lash out, and others might as well because he can be too pushy and he knows it. That said, he likes Niska and isn't willing to leave her out here alone.

"I can just walk with you back to your place? Or the medical facility? I mean, it's not a hospital but still, just to make sure you're okay?"

Trying to be placating, brow furrowing, not able or willing to hide that he's worried for her.

Niska needs to get away from Jake, but short of attacking him, she's not sure what she's going to be able to do. She likes him and doesn't want to knock him unconscious, but it is becoming a more viable prospect as time passes, given that she has no idea what to do.

"To my place," she says, her tone short. If they get there, she can lock herself inside and avoid him. "Then you can leave me be."

Jake winces at that, because it's not as if it's not tones or words he's heard before. He's overstepping and he knows it. He sighs, slumping as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I swear I'm not trying to be a dick, Niska. Just with everything lately, I worry about you." She's a good person and maybe it's just that he is partial to people that let him fill in the blanks with chatter, she's still one of the first people he got to know here, and one who shares his knowledge of technology the best he can tell.

"I swear, once I see you back safely, I'll go and you can take care of yourself. Okay? I'll just end up hovering and panicking otherwise."

She ignores his wince, deciding that she's not about to feel bad for a human right now, especially when she doesn't know what he's going to do with her when he figures it out. He knows technology, which makes him more dangerous than anyone else.

It means that she's in high alert mode. She's not blinking and she's barely paying attention to smoothing out her movements. "You don't have to worry, I'll be fine," she insists, striding forward so he can't see the sluggish blue bleed that keeps coming out.

"Yeah, that's what people claim but then shit happens and nothing is okay," he points out, which isn't likely to help, all things considered. "Especially in this place. It's like how many days are we are from an outbreak of the plague, you know?"

Yep, he's prattling on now and it's never likely to be anything good.

"Least it was a boar? Means there's less likely to be any kind of blood borne... unless you know, they can get swine flu."

The whole time he's watching her, careful and worrying even if she tells him not to.

Niska doesn't give a damn about any human sicknesses. She's not immune to them and she doesn't really think that she needs to worry about the humans she likes getting sick, not when she's been quietly dosing them with vitamins and keeping an eye out for them.

She's not wholly closed off, no matter what she might project, especially at times like this.

"I'm not going to get sick," she snaps at him, her patience wavering.

"Fine. Whatever," he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I get it. You don't want me giving a shit," he snaps, hating that he actually does care, and he's hit that place where he oversteps his bounds and he's pissed off someone else that way.

He gestures with his hands still up. "Go on. I'll follow you," he says. "Make sure you don't pass out. Not another word though worrying about you," he says, figuring any minute she was going to hit him.

Niska will let him go with this belief, because it's far less dangerous than the real reason she needs to push him away. The moment he figures out what she is, that will be the dangerous precipice upon which she won't be able to escape.

It will determine what kind of man he is and she's not sure she knows well enough. She terses her jaw and walks, like she's going to a death sentence, because with every passing moment, she feels more fluid leaking that will require replacement.

The product, she has. The help? She'll need. "I don't suppose you know if Mark is here and not at his farm?" she asks, feeling like this will be too much to ask.

And Jake isn't sure she isn't going to pass out, and maybe he should just say fuck it and walk away but the truth is? If he did and she was really that hurt, he'd never forgive himself, and he hates the idea of Niska being hurt worse, or dying, because he got pissed off. All because he thinks of her as a friend... type person in his life, and obviously he's been an idiot for thinking that.

Not the first time, but it never hurts less.

"Not a clue," he says, trying not to sound hurt and bitter and coming off sounding... really really hurt and bitter. "I can try and hit him up on the Star Trek write communicator, if you want." Not like she can't, but he'll still offer.

She breathes in and out, not sure she has that kind of time. If Mark is in the fields, she won't be able to wait around for him to be back, because she needs to give him instructions on how to replenish her fluid and if she passes out, then he runs the risk of damaging other systems of hers without replacements.

"Come inside," she barks, when she gets to the door. "I need you to do something."

He's going to find out and if he decides that he's going to use her for anything, then Niska is simply going to have to do something about it.

"Ooookay."

He hesitates though, if only because it's the kind of one eighty that comes before the nice old lady with the candy house shoves you in the oven, but in the end, it's Niska. She's not always the friendliest, but he's come to see her as friendly, in the sense of being a friend.

Not that he thinks she would ever agree to that but still. So he heads inside.

"Look, I know I come off like a flake, but I promise you I've got survival skills, and if you're hurt, I want to help."

Niska goes straight for her equipment. It's strewn over the table because she's kept them out to work on and she doesn't invite people back. That said, the fluid is still in a drawer because it's precious and there isn't much of it.

She hands one of the vials to him, along with some of the equipment he'll need (to open her up, then to sew her shut), sitting on the table and lifting her shirt to show her charging port, as well as where the scraping has been causing the fluid leak.

"You need to replace what I've lost."

Jake watches as she gathers what he'll need. Frowning, not sure what to say about what she is gathering up. And then the items are there in front of him, and she is lifting her shirt and...

"Oh. Holy shit," he mutters, eyes going wide. "Whoa. I mean... Wow." He winces. "Okay, so not wow because you're hurt, and I'm going to take care of it," he assures her, moving to pull a chair up closer to her, settling in and looking over the wound, his brain trying to process the things he's heard of about sentient robots, AI, and cyborgs.

"How much pain do you feel, and is there a way to disconnect those censors while I'm doing this so I won't cause you too much pain?"

For the absolute dork that he usually is, he is suddenly very intense and serious. He might be a bit crazy but he's a good and serious man.

She's been consistently tense around him simply because of his knowledge when it comes to technology. He could destroy her, if he wanted to, especially now that she's handing him over knowledge of how she's put together.

Niska watches him, unblinking, and she can worry about stopping him later. If she simply stops, that won't even be a discussion to have. "I feel all pain," she says, her voice strong despite the fact it could wobble when speaking. "I've lost fluid, but I'm minimally hurt. It was a bad scrape."

"You would have to turn me off to do that and I won't tell you how," she warns, because the place under her chin that would disable her is a secret she intends to guard tightly.

"I'm not asking you to tell me," he says, almost cheerfully. "Wouldn't want to. Don't want to know. Let's not go there. I want you turned on, okay?"

He winces when he says that, shaking his head. "As in not turned off. Shut down. Not like it sounded, because I have a boyfriend and really into him and not into you. Not that there's anything wrong with you. I think you're pretty neat," he says, sighing. "Right. Shutting up and working," he says, settling in to do what she needed.

"Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong. You're my first robot. Android? What's the proper term?"

Rambling on as he gets the liquid ready, moving to open the port so that he can make sure she's okay, and that she doesn't pass out because of loss of fluids. If that's what it's called.

Niska doesn't react to Jake's panic in the least, nor does she find it amusing or endearing in any way. She simply tips her head to the side in order to regard him, not sure if she should worry about this man yet or not. He clearly has the technical skills, though he also lacks the social ones, from what she's discovering.

"I'm a synthetic," she replies, watching him carefully. She could do this herself if she were able to reach the awkward angle. It's not life-threatening, it simply will reduce her fluid levels and require her to charge, after. "I was made by David Elster to assist with his son's tutoring and care, and given the code to feel as any human would. Including pain," is her warning, with a gesture to her body.

Despite his words, and the sometimes insanity that spews from his mouth, Jake is a trained soldier, special forces at that, and he might be social awkward, but his physical work on fixing her is steady and determined, and definitely done with the skills of someone that knows what they're doing.

Shame he can't ever seem to sync those two things together.

"I'm doing my best not to hurt you," he says softly, glancing up for only a moment and then back to his work. "That's pretty fucking amazing though. They have trouble with nerve work on humans with injuries but he got it right on you. Pretty cool."

And if nothing else, his tones show just how amazed he is with her and what she is.

"Though never would have pegged you for the kid type."

"I assure you, I'm hardly the maternal type," is Niska's reply, calm and even, as she begins to press against the wound with a faintly amused look, mainly because she doubts that she could ever be a mother in any sort of capacity. "I was the tutor. Nothing more than a teacher." Yes, she had loved Leo. She still does, but she's not Mia. She's not his mother.

"You can cause me pain," she says flatly. "I can tolerate it. I may feel it, but I have withstood far worse than you," is her confident assessment, her eyes fixed and firm. She's not saying 'I am stronger than you', but it's in the in-betweens of her words.

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