Kaldeio was fascinated by the uniform and the protective plates, and treasured when she gave him silent permission to take it off her body. To any warrior of any species, this level of trust was valuable. The creature and the man it had overtaken savored the moment, and examined the panzer while freeing her from it. The human in him was very enticed when she lifted her arms for it, exposing her throat and expecting not to be attacked. It boiled Kaldeio's blood, and made him think of slicing her open with smooth claws, or make violent love to her, right there.<br/><br/>The liquid metal mixing with the iron of her blood broadcasted to him that she was ready. More than willing. It was inventing a dependency so that they would be linked. Someone becoming something else must lean on a complete version before it can finish its metamorphosis. As she was growing dependent on him, he was also coming to connect to her like a wolf does its pack, or any beast does its young. Their togetherness was simpler than all these machines, but it was strong as innate biology. "We're different because we're violent." he answered, playing his voice on her skin and making the threads quake inside her, too. "And because we're kind to each other."<br/><br/>She even let him handle the gun, and Kaldeio took his time with the holster until the other male's voice tore through the atmosphere they'd created. Something shifted in the creature when she reclaimed her sidearm and pointed it at him. Disappointed and angry, the primal beast stared back at Zara. It knew this situation very well, and  had thought their connection was better. The glowing eyes dropped from her face to look down at the barrel pushing into his torso. His arm offered no resistance when she pushed it away, and mourned when she closed her suit again.<br/><br/>Kaldeio reseeded back to the shielded person she'd found him as. He watched her get into her armor again. This was another kind of tension, intimate like all cold war is. She looked like a soldier once more, unreachable and ready. Playing with her weaknesses. "You're not weak, Zara." he insisted, but she wasn't in a very receptive mood anymore. The adrenaline and distrust was easily read by the things he'd planted in her with the tainted shards of the broken vial. Eventually the larger caliber barrel took the place of the handgun. Kaldeio breathed slowly at the new threat. "I'll wait." he promised, but followed her when she moved to the door, to stay close. Once she'd closed it he looked at her through the thick glass. "But you already have my blood." there was no doubt in his expression that what he said was true, and then threads shivered at that, inside her. Kaldeio pressed his forehead to the glass between them, to get closer to her, and little, hair-fine cracks started to form for his contact against the clear surface. He watched her leave.<br/><br/>Max was almost as happy to see their gun-totter as he was when she sent him away. Getting out of here might have been the best suggestion he'd ever received. He liked to stay alive, and that was why he'd been able to stomach the sight of the dead captain and stay to guard the scene, but he didn't want to soak in the smell of death longer than he had to. If they made enough good decisions from now on, they'd be alright. As a scientist he had to believe that. "Y-yeah." he said at her orders, his M4 in hand when he darted out the door again. "I'm telling you though, I don't think we should get anywhere near the new guy again." he injected before he was gone.<br/><br/>Kaldeio was kneeling on the floor, cheek to the spot where she had sat on the counter before she left. He was drinking in the scent of her heat, left there before she'd fled. His head whipped around to look at her when she knocked on the glass. Upset. He took his time to approach the transparent barrier, and looked at her quietly as the little spawn fell fro the ceiling to perch on her shoulder. "You're turning into what you've always wanted." he answer as he started undoing the overalls that she'd given him, parting the cloth until his chest and taut stomach were visible again. A reemergence of the perfect physical design, shaped out of the original Kaledio's lacking fitness.<br/><br/>"You're becoming a warrior who's not alone. Something strong." he assured her as he further undressed. Soon he was as she'd found him, nude and natural, the obscene, hulking member hunched over in its own fatness. "You can feel yourself changing, can't you, Zara? You're going to be beautiful. You're going to belong." The creature suckled softly on her finger, and scraped its teeth along the length without breaking skin.<br/><br/>Kaldeio considered the creature and her question about it. "It's yours." The small spawn who had taken everything it could from Laura still didn't have enough to grow, so it had recognized the silver things in Zara and relied on her for it. "I wants you. It loves you. You can feel it, can't you?" The spawn pushed its smooth head to her cheek, looking for affection and acceptance. It was a kind of submission, but one which expected her to take care of it. The threads in her produced hormones to endear her to the creature.<br/><br/>"You're more like me than you're human." he said, leaned against he glass with one shoulder, temple to the surface too. "you're not like Laura. You're special. Let me be part of you." he insisted. The threads in her were screaming out to be reunited with their host, already lacing her blood and genes with preparations. She was made to be incomplete without him. "You'll be stronger. You'll be perfect." He could say it so casually because he believed it so completely.<br/><br/>He was sure she could understand the gravity between them as his eyes spun brighter in the affliction of the silver spell. He held the back of his hand to the glass and wanted her to reciprocate the touch on her side. He smiled softly, well-meaning, as though he meant to forgive her for how she'd left him before. The spawn on her shoulder continued to seek out her affection. They were both hoping for her acceptance as her humanity was fading.<br/><br/>And then nozzles grew out of the ceiling and walls with an electrical whir. Kaldeio looked around, on alert suddenly. White, pressurized gas drowned the room and the formidable man clawed at the glass as his knees gave. On the far frame of the glass Max stood, staring at Kaldeio's folding form. "W-what the fuck is going on?" he asked as he came over, gun in hand. He swung the butt of it at the creature on her shoulder, and it was thrown off, slamming into the wall behind her. Max grabbed her arm as he started sending bullets toward the smaller creature while Kaledio was drowning in the purging protocol of the medic room.<br/><br/>"Let's go! If you want a blood sample you can get it off his dead body!" Max screamed while still trying to hit the creature.