Nils either didn’t notice the human, or didn’t care. The latter was unlikely, considering its reactions from earlier..but then again, he also had pretty good hearing. Maybe he did notice, but his primary focus was to numb whatever was causing him so much pain. He already knew he was slightly more durable than a human, but considering this was a wound he already had, it made sense that it hurt.
Nils seemed to be already within the infirmary, already looking for items of use. He seems to grow frustrated, not being able to read the labels on the supplies that were already there. He feels angry. Too angry, for a problem as minor as this.
No. Control yourself.
Nils takes a moment before glancing around. There’s a dripping noise as some blood from the wound dribbles onto the floor. His blood though is different. So dark, it’s almost black. Maybe it is. He places a hand on his wound and continues his search, finally coming across some bandages. This would have to do, Nils decided as he unwrapped them and prepared to apply them.
Vivian stares at the creature, not wanting to give up a chance to grab supplies but not wanting to be killed or injured. It doesn't seem as though it has noticed her so she might be able to get away with grabbing a few things. Will it be worth it? Probably. She needs to be prepared for whatever happens. She's a quiet and fast person so she should be able to get in there and out of there quickly and without being noticed.
Taking a deep breath, she steps into the infirmary. She grabs a bag and begins to drop bottles and other items into it. The entire time, she glances over her should to watch the creature. It doesn't appear to care that she's here. Yet. That's good. It should give her a couple of extra minutes.
Noticing the blood on the floor, she frowns deeply. It's definitely not her blood and there's no one else here as far as she knows. She looks over to the creature and studies it, noticing how it's hand is pressed against it's side. That wasn't caused by her, was it? No, the baton she threw had only hit it in the head and she hadn't thrown it that hard. "Are you hurt?" She doesn't know what possessed her to ask.
Nils’ work with bandages wasn’t the best, but it would have to do. He turned around upon hearing the question; though his face wasn’t visible under the helmet it was clear he had noticed her and was looking right at her. He took a moment to adjust before placing one foot backwards, as if backing up. Then he registered the question, and at first seemed to speak, but the only thing that came out was a rasp.
He hadn’t spoken in some time. He shook his head, but not as an answer to the question. Maybe as a mannerism to himself. He raised his head again, then attempted to speak.
What voice came out was a voice that sounded cautious, almost human-like. Nils wanted to believe he was a human. He truly did.
“Y-yes..” he answered, exhaling and inhaling.
Vivian flinches at the sound that's in response to her question. She hadn't actually expected for it to answer her. The question had just been her first response to the situation. The noise isn't exactly aggressive so she stays in place, wondering if the creature is actually capable of speaking or if this will be the extent of their communication. She's not going to be stupid. At the first sign of an attack she'll run and she won't look back.
Sighing softly, she takes a small step forward so she can get a better look at the wound. "Do…..do you want me to help you?" She's honestly not sure why she's offering but it just doesn't feel right to leave when someone is hurt. "I think I have some peroxide and more bandages in my bag."
Her medical experience consists of a few first aid classes and an internship at a vet's office so she should be able to help out at least a little.
Nils stays silent for a moment. He then tilts his head, and seems to head into a more relaxed stance now, his breathing having calmed down.
“..Would be..appreciated.” He manages out, still being careful with his words. He glances down at his own bandages, which he did not do a good job with working with at all. His wound was slightly exposed by a tear in his suit he wore.
He seems to have something odd growing on his right shoulder. They’re almost mushroom shaped, but rather small. Nils wasn’t too bothered by it, but they did seem to glow in the dark. Which right now, it was light, so they were just pale right now.
Vivian slowly and carefully pulls out a roll of thick bandages, some cotton balls, and a small bottle. The supplies should work well for the wound but she can't be certain until she gets a better look at it.
"Could you please sit down?" She knows that the peroxide is going to sting so she figures that it'll be best for it….him, she's decided that the creature is male, to sit down. Glancing around, she spots a flashlight. Any extra light will really help her out.
The other abnormalities are throwing her off a little but she tries not to show how uneasy she is. A box of gloves sitting on a shelf catches her attention. Perfect. She picks up two of the blue gloves and pulls them on. This small action causes her to feel much better about checking out his wound.
Again, his response is slow, but he seems to comply. “Oh. Sure.” He speaks. His voice sounds..surprisingly human, for a creature like him. He seems to look around before realizing this is an infirmary, where there are bound to be beds. He backs up and sits down, glancing down at his own wound.
Nils didn’t know how long he’s been bleeding for, but the blood loss doesn’t seem to affect him too much. Though he doesn’t want to risk anything. He’s pretty sure if you can bleed, you most definitely can die, so he doesn’t want a cut to be the cause of his demise.
He stays silent, glancing around.
Once the creature has sat down, Vivian cautiously approaches. She glances at him briefly before kneeling down to inspect the wound. It's pretty deep but it doesn't look infected. For a moment she just studies it, trying to decide if it will require stitches or if she can get away with just heavily bandaging it. In the end, the bandages are what she decides on.
"This might sting a little," She warns as she dips a cotton ball in the peroxide. She makes sure that he's still okay with this before she begins to carefully clean up the wound. The amount of blood causes her to go through quite a bit of cotton balls but she manages to get it to stop bleeding. She finishes cleaning it out before applying the bandages.
"Okay, I'm done."
Nils didn’t seem too affected by the sting. He just watched closely, maybe interested. Once she finished, he seemed to inspect the covered up wound. Deciding it was satisfactory, Nils turned back towards her.
“T..thanks.” He spoke, before deciding on what to do next. Finally, he went on a bit of a risky move, choosing to reveal his name and status. Who he was. Maybe he could try and figure out what happened.
“Nils. Nils Aaby.” He suddenly stated. “Who are you?” He asked.
Vivian stands and peels the gloves off, disposing of them in a nearby trash can. Without saying a word, she cleans up the mess she made. This isn't her home so she's not going to be rude and ruin it by leaving out a bunch of stuff.
"You're welcome." She offers a slight smile in return. Maybe she can been overreacting earlier when she threw that baton at his head. It doesn't seem like he wants to cause her any harm. In fact, he doesn't seem aggressive at all.
"Oh, um……my name is Vivian. Vivian Hendrix."
Again, he tilts his head, but he goes back to normal. Nils glances around again, before saying what he was going to before. He decided it was best to start with names before anything, which they already got down. So he could move on.
“I was..a pilot here. Base Iota, I believe that is where we are. Maybe one of the bunkers.” He didn’t specify what type of pilot he was. He stands up, slowly.
“Have you seen anyone else around here?” He questioned.
Stepping back when he stands, she makes sure to maintain at least a few feet of distance between them. It's not personal. She just doesn't know him.
A pilot? A pilot for who? I don't even know what Base Lota is. Vivian frowns as she listens to him talk. None of this makes any sense to her. What is she even supposed to do with this information? Besides, he could very well be lying to her. She has no way to check what he's saying.
"No, I haven't. I just woke up here a few minutes ago."
He seems to watch her react, but it’s a bit hard, even at this distance to see. Nils wanted to figure out why that was happening. And..to his realization, he wasn’t able to see a lot of colours anymore. Everything was sort of red tinted for whatever reason.
“Ah.. same as me, then. Minus the minutes part..” Nils wasn’t sure how long he was up. He was here long enough to have tried various times to take off his gear, but it was almost as if something didn’t want him to remove it. It was almost like it was apart of him. But that was just silly. Stuff like that couldn’t just happen.
“Well, we both probably have no clue what’s happening, but I do know this bunker probably a bit more than you do.” He stated. “Would you happen to have any food on you?” He asked, recalling one of his objectives from before.
The fact that his eyes are constantly on her makes her uncomfortable. She's not brave enough to say or do anything about it though. That means that she's stuck forcing herself to accept this. She doesn't think he's doing it to make her uncomfortable so that helps her make peace with it.
"Is there a way out? I couldn't fine the door. How long have you been here?" Vivian knows that she needs to calm down with the questions but she's dying to know what's going on. Waking up only to find herself in a strange place is confusing and tarrying. She just wants to get some answers so she can try and make sense of all of this.
She shakes her head. "No, just this stun gun and the bag. I don't even know how or why the stun gun is with me." She sighs quietly and adjusts her curly red ponytail. "So you don't know what's going on at all?" That's definitely concerning.
“There’s a way out, yeah.” He nodded. “Things are a bit fuzzy though. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up under some rubble, had to get myself out. I was wandering for maybe..hours?” It was hard to tell time, sometimes.
“Don’t know how long I’ve been here though in total.” Nils decided on his final answer.
He was a bit disappointed by her not having any food. He’d have to settle with that for now. Maybe they’d find something later or something. After a moment of trying to recall some of his information, he responded.
“There are signs, I believe. One of them should lead to the stairs, where you can take up to reach the upper levels. From there, it should be smooth sailing to the exit.” If that was how he remembered it either. He flinched, suddenly, as his vision seemed to ‘glitch’ - no wait, that wasn’t right. He was human, right? That couldn’t happen to humans. His hands raised to his head momentarily before he recovered again and lowered them. He awaited a response.
The longer this conversation goes on, the more confused she gets. She just doesn't understand what's going on. Neither of them know what's going on or why they're here. Frowning at his answers, she glances around the room. Clearly someone had prepared for people being here. But who? And why?
"You wouldn't happen to know what's outside, would you?" Vivian isn't exactly eager to walk into an unknown situation. Someone wants them to be in this bunker. It's probably for a reason.
She blinks in surprise when he raises is hands to his head. Is she missing something? Probably. She studies him for several moments, wanting to make sure that he doesn't have an injury on his head or something. There doesn't appear to be a cut or a bruise or a blood or anything of the sort. That's good. She sighs softly and nervously wrings her hands. Everything is greatly concerning. There are just so many things she doesn't understand. She hates every single second of this.
“Outside?” His voice sounds tired. “Uh.. rock. Lots of it. Flat land for miles, no mountains in sight. Very cloudy sky. Rarely any sunlight.” He paused. Nils was beginning to remember things as he spoke. Not everything, but some things. Which was good, sort of.
“Are you from.. no, never mind.” He drifted off, looking away. He walked forwards, past her a little, and towards the door, then he stopped, again. Nils turned back to the counter of the infirmary, with all the different cupboards and storage areas. He began to open every single one that he didn’t from before, looking inside, as if searching for something.
"Where are we?" Vivian frowns deeply, more confused than ever. She lives in a city. A really big city. She shouldn't be anywhere near a place like this. The only time she's been near a rocky flat land was on a trip to Nevada. There had been mountains there though.
Here eyes follow him as he begins to search through the cabinets. "Am I from where?" All of this unknown is making her uneasy. "What are you looking for?" The questions are never ending and yet almost none of them have been properly answered. It's frustrating. With a heavy sigh, she sits down on the edge of the cot and watches as Nils looks through everything.
“We’re on Utheon,” he said, ever so casually as he contI used to look. Moments passed when he growled, frustrated that he didn’t find anything in the drawers. The growl wasn’t exactly human either, but he didn’t seem to notice. He stood up and looked around, before seeing one last place he hadn’t searched - it was like a fridge, of some sorts.
He walked towards it and opened it, searching it again, and to answer her question, he responded with a single word.
“Food.”
She stares at him like he's crazy. Utheon? Is that in Europe or something? Wait…..he said *on. That doesn't make any sense.* The sudden growl causes her to tense up. It's not a very human like noise. That leads her to go back to wondering what Neils is. She doesn't think that he's human but he's not exactly not human either. A hybrid of some sort, perhaps? She has no idea.
"Isn't there a kitchen in here? There might be food there." It seems like the most logical place to look but she doesn't want to be rude and bluntly point it out.
Nils seems to glance up, nearly hitting his head on the fridge. “Oh. You’re right.” He realizes.
“It’s not too far from here, if I recall correctly. There’s signs almost everywhere.” He speaks, slowly standing up. He closes the fridge, not sure what he expected to find in there. “Are you going to be coming along with..me?” Nils asked.
Vivian suppresses an amused smile at his actions. That had actually been pretty funny.
"Mm, I might as well. There's no point in me staying in the infirmary." Standing up, she places the bag on her shoulder, not wanting to leave it. "You wouldn't know how to get to New York, would you?" She asks, hoping that he'll know how she can get home.
“New..York?” He drifts off, for a moment. “..that’s on a completely different planet. We’re on Utheon, like I said.” Nils explains, slightly confused.
He turns to the door again, walking to it.
"But…..but I was in New York yesterday! I haven't left the city in a year, let alone the planet!" Vivian yelps, her eyes going wide. "I need to get back home."
Not wanting to be left behind, she hurries after him.
Nils glances back at her, watching her trail after. With this new addition, he was slightly confused as to how this woman was on Earth just yesterday. Speaking of Earth.. Nils hadn’t been there in sometime. He was scheduled to go back again, but..
He couldn’t remember it. Nils continued to walk forwards, having to go near the signs to read them properly. Finally, he caught sign of one that said ‘dining hall.’
“It’s this way.”
