we're always running scared but holding knives
It's been a long time since Remi's brand of creepy affected her, especially given that she knows he can more or less switch it on and off. (The interns, on the other hand, are likely shitting themselves upstairs behind the two-way glass). Nonetheless, Isla keeps a respectful distance after hooking up the IV, taking a seat in the chair Ronin has only recently vacated.
"I am, and I did," she says, brows furrowing as she looks him over. "The serum isn't meant to be a punishment, Remi. I developed it to try to help you. I know it isn't perfect right now, but if you want to stop trialling it, you can tell me, okay? Things are difficult enough for you in here without anyone making them worse than they have to be, and that includes me."
"I am, and I did," she says, brows furrowing as she looks him over. "The serum isn't meant to be a punishment, Remi. I developed it to try to help you. I know it isn't perfect right now, but if you want to stop trialling it, you can tell me, okay? Things are difficult enough for you in here without anyone making them worse than they have to be, and that includes me."
Isla
