Pyrite paused, sensing someone on the ground in front of him. By the sounds, someone having difficulty rising. He held out a hand, inches from whoever it was, and sighed after a moment. The familiar beat of technology came from his neck. "Ghost, get the hell out of the way. People are going to trip over you."<br/><br/>Opal went back into her room, taking a seat on her bed. As she leaned back, trying to get both legs to cooperate and join the rest of her body on the comforting mattress, she heard a crunch. Momentarily, she felt her breath leave her. Was it a bone? Her spine? She didn't feel any pain but who knew if she would with all the junk they'd pumped inside of her. Maybe her bones were finally giving away and becoming just metal? Oh god, she thought, repeating the phrase to herself.<br/><br/>Another crunch as she moved. She used her hand, swiping under the pillow before pulling out a sheet of paper. Relief flooded in, hot and quick. She read it quickly. "What...? Upside down?"