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She just needed a minute. Really, that was all she needed. A moment to process what was happening. She had been...asleep. Dreaming, inside a pod. She had dreamed...well, it was fuzzy. Everything was, including her limited vision. Oh well, nothing to do about that just now, so she pushed herself up, and gave the man speaking to her a broad smile.

"Dorrrrryyyyy. How very excellent to see you, er, for real this time, I hope!" She exclaimed, suddenly as bright and cheerful as ever, despite the pain that still throbbed across her body from where she landed.

She looked at the offered coat for only a moment. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fancy-shmancy~" She reached out her hands to take it, then noticed how, well, dirty her hands were, and snatched them back.

"No no, I couldn't. I would get it all dirty." She sighed, looking down at herself only to see the tears in her clothes, the singes, the blood stains. All of her own cuts and bruises had healed over time, her skin paling over the year spent in that small glass chamber...

"Death?" She looked up again, having not actually gotten to her feet yet. "Like Shu? Oh wait, is she in this dream-maybe-not-a-dream? I do hope so." She continued to smile, and even though she had not accepted the jacket, held her hands out to Dorian.

"Yes, my first question is, will you help me to my feet, please?"

Bradley grinned and gave a wave back. "I sure will! See ya in a few!" He took a breath steadying himself and then marched right into the darkness like he owned it.

[ Brad Exit Yo ]

So much for refusal. A jacket was tossed at her, or rather, on her, and she soon found herself blinded by the white fabric that hung over the front of her face. A muffled voice rang out from behind the jacket, to say "Vous êtes trop gentil!" Before she pulled it off, her hair now somehow even more messy then it had been before, sticking out in all directions, curls falling in front of her eyes. She could only imagine how terribly crazy she must look.

A look that likely only got worse when she grinned at him, slipping on the slightly too big jacket, pushing back the sleeves before reaching up to take the offered arm, hauling herself rather shakily to her feet, clinging to him while waiting for that unsteadiness and horrible sense of vertigo to pass. "Oh excellent. I should like to meet her again, for the first time." She had another glance around at the pods, at the faces behind them. Another difference between the dream; she was the only one awake (besides Dory).

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh spying!! Yes, that I can do....I think!" It felt like something she could do, though she couldn't quite pinpoint why she felt that way, her memories still a haze that revealed very little to her.

When he explained what he did in his division, her grin broadened. "Oh you must be so talented, then!" She gushed, clinging to him tighter and leaning in, pressing her head against his shoulder.

Wait what.

"Weapon?" She asked, pulling away, blinking in surprise. Not at the weapon comment so much as well, how he had said it, as though she were simply about to be introduced to a living thing rather then an object.

The first thing he felt was a cold rush of air as something opened up. The second thing he felt was the fact he was feeling something and realized he was no longer asleep. Rex wanted to say 'five more minutes' but that probably wasn't going to happen because his body felt slightly stiff, like he'd been sleeping far too long already.

Brown eyes opened to see an oval door was opened before him and he let out a pathetic mewling noise because there was light and light in your eyes first thing in the morning (was it morning?) was a horrible thing. Someone obviously needed to be shot for leaving the light on. Paying more attention to things now that he closed his eyes, Rex heard some strange whirring noises and possibly a voice or two echoing somewhere in the distance.

"..Hello?" He called out towards the voices, wondering if he would get an answer. Nope, still not going to open his eyes. He was going to ask whoever it was whispering to turn off the light and let him get like five more years of sleep, despite what his body wanted.

Chris pursed his lips, looking over his cards as if he didn't already know exactly what was in his hand. He considered it a part of the game, really. "Go fish, sucka."

To be completely honest, Chris couldn't even remember what he'd really been scheduled to do. It was probably something boring. Not that this was a barrel of fun, but card games with friends trumped actual work any day. Which was why he groaned when Dory perked towards an opening pod. He was supposed to escape work here. "Tell them to go back to sleep," he said, rising from his chair and approaching.

He put his hands on his hips and examined their newest recruit from head to toe as Dory made introductions. "Howdy," he greeted with a wink.

"Oh 'ey. 'e may be better off talkin' t' you." Dory stated after Rex finally introduced himself - it was kind of like being stuck in one of those wild-west movies that would show up on that crappy day time tv channel kind of feeling. It was going to be interesting explaining a things.

"I wish we 'ad brought coffee, but I don' think they like w'en we do - Life would 'ave my 'ead." He admitted, before lightly patting Chris' shoulder, giving him a little look over, before giving Rex a look over also, clearing his throat. "Think you can 'elp 'im out? I don't think I'm strong enough. 'e needs to get on 'is feet for a bit, blood flow an's**t." He explained, before going to look down at the sheet on the pad of everything that explained Rex, or what was needed to be explained to him, as best as he could.

"D'you remember being offered a job - doin' a kin'a preliminary test t'come and work for a new fancy army? Well, you're 'ere. It says 'ere that you're in Death Division - it mus' be my lucky week -" he trailed for a moment, thinking about how he had Lydia already, and now he was waking up Rex. Two deaths in a row. "But there's five Divisions. I could go on an' on about them, but do you 'ave any questions?"

Rex only grinned and gave a wink at Chris before Dorian started talking again and he focused on figuring out words with that accent. Right, well, this was going to be interesting at least. Thinking back, yeah, Rex did remember something like that. "Yeah I.. remember that." Rex took a deep breath and then looked around a bit more before shrugging. "Uh.. 'm assumin' Life is one of those divisions you were talkin' about. That means Death, the one I'm in 's two. So ...there's three more."

Pausing to think about it again, he shrugged. "A few but none that spring out at me as important other than where do I go sleep." That wasn't to say he was tired, but he was cold and wanted to get warm. Moving would help with that. "And are ya'll just waitin' 'round here waitin' fer others ta wake up like mother hens?"