He watched the medics scurry out with a small wry smile, not commenting until they had left though. "And naturally I don't get an answer. I think they will tell you what they are doing from here out though."<br/><br/>He considered her question, before shrugging reflexively. "I have no idea, if you are asking what your intended purpose is. Probably a combatant, your psionic ability is the most powerful I have even encountered, though as a guard or a... replaceable attacker, again, I would have to check the files. With the way your body is built..."<br/><br/>He paused and quite deliberately did NOT take another eye full of her body, she was as elegant as her unconscious form had suggested, unconsciously posing to show off her body. "... I would guess also intended to be a... sexual pleasure slave as well as combatant. At least that might be what the person who had you in that tank intended.<br/><br/>Now? I would suggest you rest first, heal and recover. What you can do later you can figure out after you have healed back to full health. Though I suspect the doctors will not be entirely sure when that is, since you are unique."<br/><br/>He suspected she also was wanting to know why he was helping her, though he also suspected she knew why from his own thoughts. He was a plain sparrow mixed among peacocks, birds of paradise, toucans, and cockatoos, and never got looked at more than once among other 'supers,' Wilding being an unusual exception, though she might just be wanting to trade sex for better equipment like the other two he had had relationships with. She had no predisposition, supposedly, to a certain 'type,' so he had as much a chance as the next guy with her, which was a VAST improvement over his usual 'not a chance in hell, if you were the last on the planet no' chances.