A grumble roused from the ER as Jynx's eyes opened, about ninety seconds after the operation was complete. Jynx was... tough, to say the least. She healed quick, could take a hit, and didn't even feel pain unless it was enough to kill her. These factors came into play when she sat up in her "hospital" bed.<br/><br/>One of the Gammorah mooks, the one who had been keeping track of her stats, started to open his mouth and belch out some kinda "hey, get back in bed!" but he never finished. The pink-haired girl gave him a glare that could give an old man a heart attack and he ate his words while Jynx started gathering her clothes and suiting back up, ripped fishnets and all.<br/><br/>She slid on her gloves, with those mottled mantis blades still attached, and walked out of the room, idly scratching her ass. Lotta people in here.<br/><br/>Jynx had stopped bothering her fot the moment, which was good. Even if she did decide to go rabid again this was not the place to do it, New Vegas would put her through the shredder and send her back out as roadkill for the Scorpions or some such. Best to stay personable.<br/><br/>The pink-haired girl fluffed her mohawk and examined everyone silently, with the cold yellow eyes of a hawk or other bestial bird of prey. One in particular caught her eye -- a curvy woman covered in colorful slime. No way she would eat her... even if she managed to peel that paint off, it had most likely impregnated her skin by now. Irradiated or not, she liked her food fresh.<br/><br/>She didn't speak. In fact, she kept to the shadows, hoping not to be noticed for now even though she was sure that fat fuck would be out here soon to squeal about how she'd "escaped". Fucking fascists.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>