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So many places... Nerviousness flared in the girl's stomach, or nausia.. it all felt the same by now. Her mind ran with about a hundred thoughts, all the places she had run through to get this far... To some island. Initially she had been jittery for the job... Afterall, she could have still been fired and sent back. There was so much to be done in a short amount of time... However, now armed guards held her full attention. A sleepy haze filled her mind as she tried to place just why she would need guards... Armed guards. She couldn't honestly be that important...

The sight of the building was a releif, tired and nerve wracked she wanted nothing more than to get the to her boss and make the good impression she'd been playing over nad over in her mind on the way.
A boss... How wonderful. Her nerviousness faded moreso as they stopped outside the building, a slight feeling of joy and hope as her hand fell onto her stomach.
Everything would be better now...

She entered, initially suprised by her greeter's shape... her eyes trailed over the wheelchair, then onto the mysterious tubes. A look of concern flashed through her face before the introduction was able to shake it. She quickly smiled, giving a respectful duck of her head to this doctor, obviously someone important. Doctors tended to be so. "Aa.. Dr.Aubery sama." The add-on of respect slipped through the tired girl's mouth. "It is an honor to be here." Her english seemed fair, the words were right but her accent still shone through. She gave a quick fuss to her own hair, running her fingers over the black strands, hoping it still looked good from all of the travel.

"Yes." she nodded, listning carefully to the words of the new woman. She'd give the occassional nod to show she understood, giving a light smile at the mention of the flight's length. "Thankyou."

As she followed and listened she inwardly marvled at the sights of the building. Working in an old fasion shrine, she'd hardly ever seen anything so complex... She slipped into the elevator. Staring wideeyed at the doors with a mind of their own. She had seen automatic doors, that was fairly common when they travled to the city... But an elevator, not so much. And then for it to respond on voice command was even more facinating.

She stayed silent as the elevator took off, once agian her mind racing over the experiences of the last week. The suprise, a birthday, the acceptance letter, the flight, helicopters and jungle islands... and now this building. She began to wonder if maybe she had fallen asleep on the plane and this place was all a dream.

Natsumi nodded, settling herself in the seat. Hands folded in her lap as she watched the actions go forth before her. Curious vials... but she had said medical. So, the young woman thought nothign of it. Some vaccination, perhaps for some jungle flu in the area. Who knew.

She shifted uncomfortably at the sight of the needle, trying to hold back a childish look of distaste to the shot. Her heart then lept into her throat, eyes widened and her face flushed a bright red. How on earth did they find out? She didn't recall telling anyone... "I..." she stuttered, eye contact breaking quickly and locking her eyes to the floor. "I... am." Her voice wavered towards the end, still wondering how it had gotten out... was it that obvious? What if her parents knew...? She gulped, placing her hands over her stomach as though it would hide her "shame."

Natsumi shook her head to the womans apologies, "No... Please." she flushed even more at the sudden attention. "Please. I am fine." She felt like melting into a puddle of goo, the woman shouldn't have been kind to her at such a thing... But, Natsumi couldn't simply disrespect the woman by refusing the hospitality. That would be even worse.

She tried to pry her eyes up from the floor, moving them onto the desk. A side glance of the vial in the woman's hand offered a plan of excape, and Natsumi quickly took it. Refusing eye contact now, as this woman was surely purer than herself, she raised her right arm. Extending it foreward so the underside of the elbow came upright. "That is good?" she questioned her arms position hopefully.

"Dr. Duvert." The voice in a more professional than usual for the eccentric professor doctor called through almost immediately after the buzz.

"How can I help you Aubrey?" He continued as he noted the number that it was coming from. Sabin had been being quite careful since his reinstatement, heading almost immediately to the labs to do a LOT of catchup work with his research team to find out what he had been missing out on. And there was a lot of it. Fascinating material on the behavioral studies gleaned from what Sabin learned had been a test of the feral serums that had been only in development when he was booted had yielded some fascinating and useful results.

Sabin opened and closed his mouth in surprise, but obligation to the woman and curiousity hastened him to do just that. He closed the file he was reading, and headed out of the lab with brief instructions to his team (he was a little annoyed about the transfer of some of them who had gotten used to the way he ran things, but the new additions to take their place seemed competent enough, and he had got them up to speed with his particular projects and what he expected).

A few moments later Sabin stepped out of the elevators and walked over to Aubrey with a curious look. He was dressed in a pair of dark slacks, light shirt and vest, his tangled hair mostly wrangled into a ponytail that sat at the nape of his neck. "What's up? It sounded important."

Sabin's brows furrowed in confusion as he took a vial of serum and a file. Before looking at the file he looked over to the moniter that showed a small, meek-looking Asian woman looking confused and a bit nervous. The label on the file named her a Natsumi Tanaka - Japanse then - and to be assigned a sort of Gecko serum by the sound of it. Perhaps not the kindest of assignments, but turning women into reptiles and amphibians seemed to be the norm on the Island for some reason.

Had Aubrey not administered a woman a reptile serum before? Moreau seemed to mostly be responsible for those assignments. Or perhaps her brush with death had left the woman with a rejuvenated sense of morals? "Ahm... sure, I suppose. Is there a problem?" He looked over to the wheelchair-bound brunette.