Halcyon's eyes fluttered.  She hadn't closed them; rather, she was not quite managing to blink or close them completely.  Her heaving, deep breaths were not entirely slowing, and her pulse was visibly fluttering at the carotid artery in her neck.  The beads of water surged and twisted near her hands, and she'd clawed her own arms quite badly; not ribbons of flesh missing badly, but several inches of scratched skin that was beading up red and trickling along her arms.<br/><br/>Her eyes didn't roll back into her head, but they snapped open and the 'white' 'noise' inside her head 'cleared'.  She was staring at the wall, out into the room through curved plasticine.  Injuries were not severe enough to warrant medical station, but would need to be observed by the ships doctor.  Her breathing was slowing and her heart rate was slowly returning to normal from borderline failure.  The mathematical and code-string constructs that served Halcyon as thoughts were reorganizing, the thunder in her head clearing as her body slowly came back to itself.<br/><br/>Slowly she pushed herself up onto her arms, her legs slightly curled together, and her derriere lightly smeared with red.  There was internal damage, most likely self inflicted during the momentary blackout.  It was not critical, but would require careful tending.  Her body was sore and her muscles strangely weak, but her mind was oddly exhilarated.  There was also a scaling up of her Enochian Potential, which was reducing itself to normal levels as she became more aware of it.  She scheduled tests for herself later.  Finally, she took notice of the other person present.  Elke.  The person whom had shared the infliction of injury and the most pleasurable experiences she'd had so far, though they were not quantified in that manner.  Her eyes met Elke's and she simply looked at her, the blank, doll-like expression almost unreadable.<br/><br/>There was something there, but what it was couldn't be easily defined.  It<em>was</em>disturbing in the intensity with which it was presented, especially when those icy blue eyes were actually fixed upon the eyes of the person it was directed at.