< It was not hard to notice the other was uncomfortable. Not only with his presence, but with the very body she was in. The android awaited on her to begin the conversation, tray in hand. Previously, he’d been sweeping the halls- he’d been assigned security as more of a cursory formality on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s part- but there was very little for him to do, and very little to stimulate his processor. So he requested a transfer. Vision watched the other carefully, brows creased in thought. A quick scan didn’t show anything was out of the ordinary, aside from some unusual brain activity. >
❝ I could not find the language of origin, what was that? ❞
< The synthezoid held out the tray, as if in peace offering. Her English was broken, but he couldn’t find the origin of what appeared to be her native language. Her venomous words were saved to later further review, but Vision was already analyzing the information with fervor. At her question however, the android offered the tray as something of a peace offering. >
Neytiri studied the object again. It did not have a sky person gait. The odd mineral in the middle of it’s forehead. She would not relax, however. She glanced at the tray, her jaw tensing. If she could take it, maybe it would be a means of escape. But, with all of the aliens watching through glass windows, she swallowed in a quick reality check. She wouldn’t get far. She would never return home. Never to her Jake Sully. Never to her Mother. Eywa had given her a path she didn’t know she could follow. Through all the trials, and the poking. The pain of transfer.
They did not teach how Grace had. Grace had a soul. The thing in front of her caused curiosity. She tilted her head, still holding a hostile gaze.
❛ I will not eat from your hands. ❜ Neytiri spat, holding the intense stare. They wouldn’t win. Last time, she had gone several days without food. Forced IVs and more needles had been her fate. Sure, she really was hungry, but she wouldn’t admit. Neytiri would figure out this thing’s motives.
❛ You are new. You do not know. ❜ Neytiri pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. ❛ You are different, but same. Tell me, how you are different? ❜