Yeah. [ She isn't overly worried about the 'logic' behind these dreams, since she's fairly certain there isn't any. The symbiotes cause all sorts of problems that none of them can really understand; this must be another one of those. It's very apparent that neither of them are in control here, though, which means anything could be pulled from their minds without their permission. ]
I was here for... years. [ Glancing over to her companion, she catches a glimpse of him in that suit, holding one of the many tools she'd been subjected to over those years, and— There's no hiding the spike of fear that fills the space around them, even as his clothes change with a flicker that reminds her of the Danger Room resetting. Their minds shifting and bending their surroundings, responding to their reactions. Her own responds with the squeaking of metal wheels on a metal floor and footsteps thudding closer, sounds they shouldn't have been able to hear through the thick round door at the end of the lab platform. And suddenly she's back in that grey jumpsuit, the comfortable white clothes of the station long gone. ]
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I was here for... years. [ Glancing over to her companion, she catches a glimpse of him in that suit, holding one of the many tools she'd been subjected to over those years, and— There's no hiding the spike of fear that fills the space around them, even as his clothes change with a flicker that reminds her of the Danger Room resetting. Their minds shifting and bending their surroundings, responding to their reactions. Her own responds with the squeaking of metal wheels on a metal floor and footsteps thudding closer, sounds they shouldn't have been able to hear through the thick round door at the end of the lab platform. And suddenly she's back in that grey jumpsuit, the comfortable white clothes of the station long gone. ]