A muscle in her jaw worked, but she couldn't bring herself to say anymore to Valentine. She drew in a deep, cleansing breath, closing her eyes to let the shaky rage pass.  After she calmed, she motioned to the door at Marcus "I'm going to get dressed. Can you give me a minute?"<br/><br/>There was nothing pressingly medical wrong with her save a few bruises and cuts, nothing time and a tube of Neosporin couldn't cure. After Marcus left, Mea stripped off the hospital gown and folded it, then fetched her biosuit and ninja slippers from the bedside table.<br/><br/>Midway in dressing herself, she heard shouting dimly through the thick concrete walls, coming from Yousef's direction. Great, what now?! She huffed in frustration, tugging the zipper up on the biosuit as far as she could reach.<br/><br/>Her gear was dusty, and looked like it had just got washed in a river of sand and soot, but it was better than a flimsy backless hospital robe. She shut the door behind her and although the orderlies didn't seem like they were too happy about her determination to be a gust rather than a patient, they had enough experience with Trionfo agents to know not to argue.<br/><br/>She raised her hand to knock on Yousef's door when it opened suddenly, one of the orderlies fleeing the scene like he was on fire.  She edged her body in sideways to fit through the crowded door, looking after him with a confused expression.<br/><br/>"Tank, what's...uh...what's wrong?"