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Rebecca is, as usual, wandering the halls after classes are done for the day. She doens't have any place in particular, but considering both her roommates were at the pod, it felt like a good time to leave and find her own space.
Technically, she'd been heading towards the archive, but it had turned into a mini "tour" for Shelob, the tarantula that was half hidden by the hood of her sweatshirt. The little things was sociable, which was part of the point, and she was ensuring it wouldn't try to crawl onto her bare skin as they want. Training needed to start early if you wanted to get anywhere with your kids.
"Something like that." She doesn't really nod or give anything indicating a solid answer, letting her hand fall back to her side with a tilt of her head.
She mouths 'the poison out of my system' in silence, staring at him with wide eyes and swallowing back her initial response. Instead, she manages a tiny smile.
"Yeah? That's great. Congratulations." She means it, despite feeling awkward. After the cemetery thing, she's not sure she'd be doing missions anytime soon. Her eyes dart to each side of the hallway, but they seemed to be alone for now.
"Do you...do you have anywhere specific you were going next?"
Rebecca steps to the side to let him pass, walking beside him as they start heading down one of the halls. Mike can see something brown sticking out from the side of her hood.
"I'm glad I got to talk to you. I heard about the pancake competition." A lot of students were talking about it for a while.
"Apparently you impressed a lot of people," she muses with a wry smile. She looks over her shoulder as he mentions her hood and nods with pride.
"Yeah, that Shelob. She's pretty friendly, just a little shy." The spider appeared to be okay with just hanging out on her back for now.
"I was kind of hoping we could talk." The silence prompts her admission, looking at him out of the corner of her eye with a small frown. "If you don't want to, that's fine. It's kind of selfish of me. I just..." She sighs. "I miss us being able to talk."
He didn't think it was that impressive. So he didn't really know what to say, but he accepted the compliment in silence.
"I didn't know you had a pet."
She had never mentioned it before.
"What did you want to talk about?"
There was a bit more distance between the two of them as they walked then there used to be. But otherwise Mike showed no indication that he wanted her to leave him alone.
"I just got her the other day," she admits, looking down at the floor, then up at the ceiling. "We were taking a tour tonight until I thought to look through the archives." She doesn't sound overly pressed to go back, though.
She accepts the distance without a comment.
"I haven't been on a mission yet, but I've had a couple of run-ins in the city," she admitted. "There was one the other night that was just...weird." Her voice dropped, taking a deep breath as she preps herself to talk to the first non-staff member what happened that wasn't directly involved.
"A few agents think I attacked them. On purpose." She's looking at anywhere but Mike at this point, afraid of what she'll see.
"Because it's sort of true." She forces one foot in front of the other, counting each step rather than her heartbeats. It's racing too fast for her to try.
"Not on purpose, anyway." She wrinkles her nose in distaste. "But there was this guy in a cemetery in town. He stabbed me with his finger - his finger!" She waves a hand in front of her face, restricting her gesture to her own personal space as well as to keep from startling Shelob.
"After that, I didn't see them. I saw zombies attacking some guy. I tried to understand what happened, but it just...made sense." A scowl this time. "It made sense that I was separated from the others. The dead needed to stay dead."
"So I did," she continues, still not looking at him as her arms cross over her chest, rubbing her hands along her upper arms.
"I didn't actually hurt anyone. They knocked me out before I could. But the point is, I thought they were the enemy and acted like they were. The big guy in the grave? He didn't even care his hands had turned to bone."
She nods again. It's going to make her dizzy sooner or later. "Yeah. Some of them believe me, but others don't." A one-sided shrug as Shelob moves up towards her shoulder.
"I guess it's all I can ask for. But we don't really know what caused it, but that doesn't change the fact of what I did." She's not been beating herself up over it or anything.
"True." Clyde can also juggle fire before dropping it and setting the grass ablaze, but she doesn't say that. Instead, she nods and starts walking again.
"I guess I just needed to hear someone else say it. That I'm not stuck inside my own head all the time and going crazy." That was still a concern.