"Thanks again Oni," Maria said, giving him another hug before giving out a yawn. "Ahh... oh no, not again."<br/><br/>She rubbed her eyes, feeling herself now 'power down' as the military scientist told her. It was their way for saying 'sleepy' but they just said it because it sounded more sophisticated. At least, that's what they said. They had explained to her after she had been giving the implant that, in order to make her more efficient, tweaked her brain just a bit so her system was more strict for important things like sleep.<br/><br/>The fugitive hadn't realized that they actually put a battery in her head along with the implant, that when used for the full twelves hours it'll force her in hibernation until fully recharged.<br/><br/>"Going to sleep for a little while Oni," she yawned, curling up in the chair and resting her forehead against the window. "Sleep..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she had woken up, the window view was breathtaking. The Eastern sky was tinted a lovely pink and orange as they flew across the sky. Feeling herself recharged and ready for action, but still stuck here until they landed, she quickly sat up and decided to wander around the gallery to at least stretch her legs.<br/><br/>"One, two, three... what comes after this?" Maria asked as she paced back and forth in the gallery, as she let one of her blades out of her arms and toyed the sharp tip of it with her fingers by tapping it while she sang the 'Ten Little Indian Boys' song. "Um... oh yeah! Three little Indians! Four, five... six little Indians... oh, what do you next in this thing."<br/><br/>She pressed her thumb against the blade, unworried of accidentally slicing up her skin or cutting her thumb off while playing this game she made up herself thanks to her skin. Yes, she created a game that involved playing with sharp weapons. She had very little to do while she hid in Sweden, just so you all may know.