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They'd been unable to get the dog out of her room.

Once the injured Rockets had been treated at the main headquarters and settled into recovery rooms Moloch had refused to stay in his Pokeball a minute longer. Once the doctors had left the room, he'd burst forth from the tray of salvaged possessions, taken up residence (and half the floor space) beside the hospital bed, and hidden his Pokeball to prevent recall. By the time a nurse came by on rounds, he was firmly settled and, being a giant firebreathing dog and not actively causing trouble, suffered no attempts to remove him.

Someone had thoughtfully placed a pan of water on the floor for him.

Most areas of the base were rather.. sterile, in the way corporate settings could be, and the infirmary was doubly so. Everything was painted or cast in what were probably meant to be a soothing beige and pastels, at odds with the sharp primary colors and gleaming stainless steel of the medical equipment. There were chairs upholstered in a dark teal houndstooth pattern, a cabinet pushed into the corner, a wash area with a dispenser of ochre gel soap, and in the crisp ice blue sheets of the raised railed bed, Nadja..

..did not sleep, and did not dream, but floated somewhere in the vast sea of unconsciousness. Her fiery hair, somewhat dulled, still contrasted with her bland surroundings and patterned hospital gown. They'd removed the pieces of glass and replaced them with pieces of plastic - the IV in her arm, the cast on her leg, the butterfly closures holding the less severe lacerations closed, and her face was solemn and pale.

The air stalled with the low drone of monitoring machines.

There was the distinct footfalls of heavy boots coming down the hospital corridor as one tall elite made his way at a purposeful clip. Ever since the raid, he'd been extremely busy with interrogating those who were not seriously injured and writing up his report. Thus, he hadn't been able to visit Nadja, despite wanting to. Until now that is. He had sent the boss the best report he could muster, but would have to do a followup once many of the wounded were able to speak. He had yet to figure out the explosion that had caused the chandelier to fall.

Reaching Nadja's room, he could hear someone inside, and he paused, cracking open the door slightly to peer in. Blue eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the familiar fluffy dog. Oh and Moloch was there too. However, he wouldn't allow such an inconvenience to keep him away, and opened the door without knocking. He had been told that Nadja wasn't yet awake anyway, so there was no need.

Stepping inside, Seth barely gave Nyx a glance, and unlike her he had arrived empty handed. He would have asked her why she was there, but considering the cookies and the relation she had with the red headed elite, it was clear. Instead he just said nothing. His line of vision was instead on Nadja's prone form.

"Moloch... Where is your brush?" Nyx chuckled and stroked the canine's fur. It would be a shame for Nadja to wake up and see her pokemon's coat in such a messy state. Plus, Seth had entered the room, and she felt like she needed something to distract her from him.

But... Seth had come for the same reason she had, and Miss Nadja didn't seem to be getting tired of the other elite. Nyx bit the inside of her cheek and rolled her eyes while she lavished the Arcanine with atteniton. "...Cookie?"

Nyx held in a growl, when her offer of a cookie was ignored. Fine. If he didn't want a cookie, or for her to be nice, she could go back to the way she had been and just tell Miss Nadja she tried. No... no... Maybe he didn't hear her. And if he did, and he snapped at her, she had a giant fire breathing dog who liked her better. "Cookie? ... Sir." She spoke up, and forced out a sir.

"Aurrh," Moloch replied with a beat of his tail. It made perfect sense in Arcanine, but Nyx could only listen in Confusion. His ears twitched, angling back at the fuzzy one's voice and all her bits of body language that added up to a sense of strained patience, and he gave her arm another lick. He also raised a paw, exposing a bit of his belly in hopeful invitation. Given that he'd been lying on a hospital floor lately, the creamy fur wasn't the most pristine.

Nadja's fingers moved slightly under the touch, but not by their own accord; it was the response of the unresisting and unconscious. A faint periodic sighing showed she was breathing, and her eyes moved slowly behind the lids.

There was a moment of hesitation, and a grunt before Seth reached out and took one of the cookies. Surely it wasn't poisoned since Nyx likely meant them for Nadja to begin with. However, he glanced at the agent with a hint of suspicion as she attempted to engage in small talk. Why was she even doing this anyway?

"Busy." He said curtly and then released a sigh. "Too damn busy."

In fact he probably shouldn't stay too long, despite wanting to.

What did that have to do with anything? Still, it made Seth elicit a snort of disgust. He didn't stray from Nadja's beside though, and since Nyx couldn't see from her position on the floor where she was bonding with her own kind, Seth held Nadja's hand.

"Why should I? I've put that damn idiot in his place before, I can do it again." Whether Allen was in charge of the labs or not, Seth still outranked him. Nothing had changed in that regard.

There was pause after Nyx spoke, and Seth lifted a brow. "I would like to think Team Rocket is better than a primitive tribe." Of course, there were times when it seemed some members acted like they were part of one. The notion was ridiculous, but he decided to humor the white haired agent.

"Of course, there are some exceptions. Given the chance, I would drive a spear through that man myself."