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Katrina Knight, more commonly known simply as the Doctor in the criminal underworld, was experiencing a rather quiet night. She had no loyalties. Vigilantes, gangsters with bullet or stab wounds, it made no difference. She didn't ask questions outside of payment. Whatever to pay the bills. Because Katrina had a small problem. She didn't exist. She didn't exist and she didn't want to be found. She did need to eat though. The name Katrina Knight was entirely made up. Some homeless woman gave it to her shortly after her escape and it just sort of stuck. Back in the lap she had only been a number, but a person had to have a name didn't they? The healing hadn't manifested itself until much later so she assumed it was a fairly safe line of work. The people from the lab would only know about the textile manipulation so she was careful to use it only when she was certain she was alone. Currently she was lounging on a couch reading, enjoying a moment to herself before someone else came rushing in with some sort of injury. Naturally she was careful to keep her face covered even while relaxing. Really she should be taking the free time to try to find herself….literally. Who she was before the lab remained a mystery. However the sound of the rain outside was soothing and she was beginning to tire of dead ends.

Katrina was a bit startled at the loud knocking on her door, she had been so relaxed. It must have been someone new since her regulars seemed to just burst through the door, either stumbling in by themselves or being half dragged by someone else. However she wasted no time in setting her book down, rolling off the couch and opening the door. And for once in her life Katrina did have a question, as her eyes fell upon the lone individual on the other side of the door who appeared to be perfectly fine. "Can I help you?" She asked somewhat wearily. Maybe he had some kind of wound hidden under his costume? It seemed unlikely though, since people generally came straight her without stopping to change first and she couldn't see any holes in his clothing.

Okay, this was way more information than Katrina was expecting or was used to from her customers. Perhaps a summery of their wounds before haggling over price. Oh she was certain some of those she had healed in the past had been subject to some kind of torture, however it had never been explicitly stated to her before.Whether brought to her by the torturer, looking to keep their victim alive or perhaps fix them after some kind of loyalty other, or perhaps brought to her by an ally that had rescued them, neither wanted questions asked. Katrina looked the man in front of her up and down once more. He wanted her to go with him to some unknown location and that made her nervous. Had the people from the lab finally found her? Had they sent this man to lure her into some sort of trap? Sure they could storm her little home, but here she had the home field advantage. They had a higher chance of success by taking her somewhere else. Or was the man in front of her sincere in his request? Would she be sentencing someone to death by refusing to go with him? "That isn't how this works. People come to me, I don't go to them. I'm sorry." And she really was sorry. If he was sincere that is, but the risk was simply to great to go with him. On that note, she prepared herself in case he decided to attack her, given his possible attempt at luring had failed, reaching out with her Nemakinesis and preparing to use it should he make a move. "Bring your friend here and if they survive the trip, I will heal them."

Katrina looked down at Sam's offered hand with about as much skepticism as she had to their entire interaction thus far. That was to say a lot. Was he trying too hard to get her to shake his hand or was she simply being paranoid? In a world of super powers it was impossible to know why someone from the lab might want her to shake their hand. Maybe he had electric powers and wanted to taze her. Maybe he could make people fall asleep at a touch. The possibilities were endless really. Of course it could just be a simple handshake and a sincere thank you as most common people would do when meeting someone for the first time. As always she would take the safer option at the risk of seeming rude. "I wish you luck in convincing your friend." Katrina answered while moving to close the door.

Sam would have had a better time if he teleport behind Katrina. She saw him appear out of her peripheral vision giving her precious extra seconds to react, and his attempted tackle was cut short by his own clothing suddenly yanking him backwards. “Who are you?” She demanded, green eyes full of fiery suspicion and anger as his actions nearly solidified her belief that he had been sent to reclaim her. She had never faced off against a teleporter before and had no clue if her hold on his clothing would prevent him from teleporting again or not…..or worse cause him to teleport naked. Either way she tried to mentally prepare herself to respond to his next move.

Honestly the strangers response caught her completely off guard and threw her. Irony? Wasn’t he the one here to get her? The teleporter vanished and Katrina mentally cursed. The moment of confusion cost her, and she instinctively whirled around to try to find him again. By the time the shadow of Sam being above her registered it was too late. A sudden weight fell on her from above, causing her knees to buckle and she fell forward. The world shifted as they were teleported, but Katrina hardly noticed, more focused on throwing the man on top of her off using the same fabricate manipulating the abilities. This time she wasn’t so passive about it either, for if she was successful in throwing him she would go on to have his own clothing cover his face and blind him.

It wasn’t difficult for Katrina to figure out this new comer was the one immobilizing her. If the teleporter had been able, he would have done so in the first place. The irony of being told to let go of someone who had just kidnapped her wasn’t lost on her, but Katrina wasn’t in a particularly humours mood at the moment as she considered using her powers to likewise blind the one holding her. The sounds of the various machines got her attention and she looked around the room, really looked, for the first time. It seemed they really did just want her here to heal.

Not only had Andrea not gotten better, but her condition had gotten much worse since first being rescued. There was a machine breathing for her and a feeding tube down her throat. The knife wound where the acid had been poured in had turned black and was oozing puss. Her foot didn’t look a lot better. She was sure the IV bag was full of antibiotics, but there was only so much that could be done when the body was missing most of its number one defence again infection – the skin. He hadn’t been kidding when he said she’d been tortured. “I’ll try, but I’ve never healed anything this bad before.” She told them both bluntly as Sam’s shirt finally seemed willing cooperate with him. She was still pissed about being kidnapped, but she couldn’t abandon someone who so clearly desperately needed her help. “You’ll need to unhook her. The equipment will only get in the way.”