Her eyes followed his every movement. Her gaze was intense, almost as if she was trying to read him. Finally, she looked away and turned towards a series of cabinets. She took a few steps to her right and opened one of the doors, pulling out a large, white, plastic box with a red cross in the very center of it. Carefully she lifted the somewhat large box up and shut the cabinet. When she turned back around, the canine was no longer a canine, but a human much like herself. The first time she had witnessed one of these Shifters actually shift, it had terrified her. Now she didn’t even bat an eye at it.

Slowly, Maeven approached him, still carrying the first aid kit. She stopped a few feet in front of him and placed the kit on the ground, and crouched down over it. She flipped up the two clasps holding the kit shut and flipped open the lid. She sat a large roll of gauze aside, a few bottles of pills, a roll of tape, needles, and even a pair of scissors. Maeven paused, hands hovering over everything before they fell over the scissors. The metal felt icy on her skin as she looked up towards him.

Hesitantly she shuffled forward, eyes trained on the scissors in her hands and, sometimes, flickering over towards his bloodied figure. When she was beside him she paused. If this wasn't a deadly situation she might've laughed. She had absolutely no medical training or any idea about what she should do. The only thing she knew for sure is that she was going to make herself look like a complete fool, and possibly even make his injuries worse than they already were.

"Hah…" She inhaled and then placed a hand on her forehead. "I'm going, to be honest… I don't have any clue about what I'm doing. The only thing I know is that your shirt needs to go so I can see what's wrong."

Her words were timid, and as soon as she was done speaking she went back to chewing on her lip. This situation was very uncomfortable for her, and she couldn’t imagine how Cliff felt, but she also couldn't think of any way to comfort him when she couldn’t even comfort herself, so instead, she busied herself with starting to cut away the torn fabric. She was so focused that she didn't even notice that she had bitten through the skin on her lip.

Maeven paused, pulling her lip out from between her teeth. Her face went red. She hadn't meant her earlier comment like that. "Th-that wasn't what I meant!" Her face came out high-pitched and rushed as she became defensive. However, she envied him, if only slightly, for being able to tease her at a time like this. Especially when both of their lives were on the line. Maeven was not like that, or at least she hadn't been for the last three years.

Her actions stalled for a few moments as she momentarily got lost in thought until she remembered that she was in the middle of acting like she knew what the hell she was doing. Carefully she finished cutting through his shirt and pulled it back.

She let out a forced laugh at his words, her shoulders tensing up just the slightest bit. "There is always something to be nervous about here. You might have already been through something worse than this, but this laboratory is my own personal hell." She mumbled.

Her light grey eyes flickered down to his wound and she grimaced. The wound obviously didn't look good, at all. "Oh," Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. She moved back towards the medical supplies. His injury looked nothing like hers had. It wasn't even in the same area, and yet she still found herself getting flashbacks of her own accident. Her fingers ghosted over her own scar for the second time that day as she stared down at the medical supplies once again.

She knew for sure that she’d need the gauze and probably the tape. She took the two things and an orange bottle of pills and set them aside before she stood up and made her way back over to the cabinets. When she returned she had a bottle filled with a disinfecting solution and a small cup of water. She sat both things down beside him and then quickly brought the gauze, tape, and pills over.

“Maeven. My name is Maeven," She murmured.

"Now that you know my name, perhaps you could refrain from calling me ‘Woman’,” she scoffed, looking up at him. Carefully she placed a piece of gauze over his wound and lightly pressed it down while she secured it with tape. Her fingers lightly traced around the gauze as she critiqued her own work. It was not terrible and it would work, but it wasn’t exactly pretty. The ghost of a smile flickered on her lips as she leaned back. “Not half bad…” she mumbled to herself.

After a second she turned once again and picked up the pills and the cup of water. She popped open the bottle of pills and handed him two of the large white medical tablets. “Take those, and drink this,” She opened his hand and placed the cup of water in his grasp. “The pills should help with the pain… I think.” She shrugged her shoulders and sat down completely.

Her lips pursed slightly as she listened to him question her about her arrival and involvement in the laboratory. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “The fuckers tricked me.” She rested her chin on her knees and looked over at Cliff. “I’ve been here for three years, but I’ve only been working with shifters for the last year and a half.”

“They made me think that I would be doing something good. Instead, I’m here watching them torture innocent people that I never even knew existed.” Maeven gritted her teeth and looked down at her hands which were now apparently so much more interesting than looking at Cliff. She clenched them into fists. “If I would’ve known what happened at this god-forsaken place, I wouldn’t have ever come here.”

“ You know, the worst part is that I could've saved half of the Shifters here, but I didn't because I'm scared... It’s all just such a mess.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she finished talking, and rested a hand on her forehead. As usual, she went back to her way of stress relieving; chewing the shit out of her lip. It wasn't the most conventional manner of stress relief, but the small amount of pain was enough to keep her aware and grounded.

Her eyebrows rose as he spoke. Slowly, her hands uncurled from fists. Perhaps he was right, or perhaps he was wrong about her lack of actions. He may not have blamed her, but it would take her longer to learn to let it go. However, it was still nice to receive some reassurance from someone. Maeven opened her eyes, watching him stand and then offer her a hand. A small smile flickered across her face. His words had given her the courage she so desperately needed.

“Are you suggesting that we break out of here?” She questioned while grabbing his hand and pulling herself up, not wanting to put any more strain on him than was necessary. She hadn’t missed his groan and the way he leaned on the wall for support. Despite her worry for him, she was happy though. This was all she had wanted for the past two years; a way out, and even though she hadn’t known Cliff for a day, she still figured she could trust him. He hadn’t done anything that proved she shouldn’t trust him.

“Do you think you’ll be able to make it out of here with your injury?” She asked quietly, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. “If we don’t make it they’ll kill both of us for attempting an escape, so this is a one-shot kind of thing,” she mumbled. She was, essentially, placing her life in his hands.

She wasn’t scared though. It was quite the opposite really. She was feeling more alive than she’d ever been in the past three years. She’d rather die trying to escape than as a complacent assistant, but a piece of her hoped that they’d make it out so she could get her revenge on the Lab, and Cliff had made it sound like there were multiple other people that had the same vendetta against the lab as well. Maeven was just the only one that had worked there.

“It’s your call. If you want to go now, I’ll follow you, but if you want to wait, I’ll wait.”