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Eddie shook her head, she'd been in a dazed half sleep. She had tried to stay awake but hadn't been successful and had ended up drifting off. She opened her eyes and glanced over at the man. She gave a slight nod when asked if her name was Teodora, she preferred Eddie, but wans't going to say that to him. Eddie listened to his question and paused licking her dry lips and thinking before answering,
"I'm a medic. It's my job to be concerned about the injured." she answered quietly. She kept her answer short and sweet without revealing anything personal about herself. Eddie still didn't trust that this guy was going to spill anything she said to some superior...or that that there weren't cameras or something in the room. After all the stranger had look like he knew something was in that corner. Telling him that she was a medic wasn't anything special. Anyone could figure that out she was a Sailor in a Marines uniform, plus she'd been captured with her medic equipment which had been confiscated.
She needed a name for him since he obvious wasn't going to tell her his. Eddie thought for a few moments staring at him for a bit. What should she call him?
Eddie's thought were interrupted whens he heard boots again outside the cell. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd been dumped in here. Minutes, hours, even days didn't matter. She felt more thirsty than she had before though, in fact she was extremely thirsty.
The cell door swung open and Eddie blinked rapidly in the bright light that shone in. It was Alkaev and what looked like a couple other goons.
"I'm a medic. It's my job to be concerned about the injured." she answered quietly. She kept her answer short and sweet without revealing anything personal about herself. Eddie still didn't trust that this guy was going to spill anything she said to some superior...or that that there weren't cameras or something in the room. After all the stranger had look like he knew something was in that corner. Telling him that she was a medic wasn't anything special. Anyone could figure that out she was a Sailor in a Marines uniform, plus she'd been captured with her medic equipment which had been confiscated.
She needed a name for him since he obvious wasn't going to tell her his. Eddie thought for a few moments staring at him for a bit. What should she call him?
Eddie's thought were interrupted whens he heard boots again outside the cell. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd been dumped in here. Minutes, hours, even days didn't matter. She felt more thirsty than she had before though, in fact she was extremely thirsty.
The cell door swung open and Eddie blinked rapidly in the bright light that shone in. It was Alkaev and what looked like a couple other goons.