A Vague Beginning

[Rapunzel]

Rapunzel let the tent flaps shut behind her and she dashed up to Maxwell and grabbed his arms. She gave him a small panicked shake.

"You dont understand!!" Rapunzels hazel eyes locked on Maxwell's, "She lost an arm, a lot of and blood. Theres shock to consider. Disorientation as she adjusts to the loss of mass. Eventually the numbing agents and pain medication we give her will wear off."

Rapunzel's light shaking of Maxwell had stopped. Instead she had pulled him close, his face a few inches from hers as the panic in her tone turned more hard, "So, you will get on that microphone and call for Zamora or SO HELP ME I WILL GET MY FRYING PAN."

[Maxwell]

Max screwed his eyes shut and turned his head partly away. It seemed to be a defense mechanism. His pulse elevated and could vaguely be seen in the exposed vein in his turned neck. The grip on his microphone turned white-knuckle before he set the base back down on his desk. His eye opened a slit, although with the clouded over pupil, it wasn’t easy to tell if he was actually seeing anything.

“You hit me, you better be ready to lawyer up.”

He then jerked his shoulders to spin around in his chair. He reached one hand over to a panel on his left and fiddled with it, before pressing one of the buttons at the base of his microphone and leaning in.

“Attention Freedom Fighters: one Zamora is requested to be escorted to the medic’s tent immediately,” he spoke over the PA system.

He then flicked a switch to his left, playing the song over the speakers that he’d queued up a moment ago;

“ Baby come back,

Any kind of fool can see … “

Max took his hands off the controls and leaned on his lower arms, still facing away. Pale blond hair fell over much of his face, prompting him to jerk his head in an attempt to move it away.

“Ya know, I wouldn’t want to be hovered around all the time,” he stated, his voice slightly muffled, “If that meant the possibility of the sweet embrace of death, eeh, honestly I’d see it as a bonus.”

[Michi]

Michi looked up at the large creature sitting in front of her, tilting her head slightly at the large hand that reached out to scratch her chin. A light purr rose in her chest, she missed the feeling of good chin scratches.
Ears twitched at the strange noise that came from this creature, something that sounded like conformation.
"You're Zamora?" she mewed, ducking her head under her hand and walking across the table to get closer to the alien.

"Rapunzel is looking for you," She told her, looking over her shoulder at the opening of the mess hall, "You really gave her quite a scare."

[Zamora]

At the mention of Rapunzel, long ears go up, and a look of surprise crosses the alien’s face. Oh, right. She was sort of an escapee, wasn’t she... She hasn’t intended to scare the nice healer, she’d just been hungry and a little stir crazy.

”Attention Freedom Fighters: one Zamora is requested to be escorted to the medic’s tent immediately.”

There’s a wince here, and a sheepish, blushing grin. She had definitely been discovered. Rapunzel had even gone to that strange voice, The one from the night before, who thought something about her was funny. But it was a voice for distant communication, which meant everyone in camp knew she was gone.

Zamora sits up slowly from her lean, glancing towards Silver, and then towards the tent flap to the mess hall. It seems she wants to assure Rapunzel she’s okay, but also doesn’t want to leave before Silver’s even started...

[John Silver]

"All ready for you, sir,"

"Thank you lassie" Silver hums as he drops the slab of meat into the pan and begins cooking it up. The ursid tilts his head back as he hears the announcement about Zamora. "Yer a wanted woman i see?" he teases with a soft laugh as he flips the steak a bit then turns to Zamora "No need to worry. Yer food's not going anywhere" he glances to the tent flap.

[Zamora]

There's a chirp from the large creature, and she gives a short nod. Oh, that's good. The food wouldn't go to waste.

With that, large hands carefully scoop up the tiny kitten and tucks her close to her chest. Large form stands from the table, and she gives a gentle, polite bow. With that, her gaze turns to Michi witha gentle chirp.

Lead the way!