@repcsitory
When she finally began to stir, the first thing Yumi did was shiver unpleasantly, mind a muddled fog as she stretched in place. The heavy armor was added weight she was accustomed to by this point, eyelids fluttering lethargically as her instincts battled the residual effects of the drug coursing through her body. A single drop of water sliding from the bottom of an overhead pipe fell against the helmet of her powersuit, the moisture hissing and evaporating instantly once it came into contact with the overheated metal. She visibly flinched at the noise, the dull sensation of pain flaring at her midsection helping to further pull Yumi from her half-conscious state.
There weren’t Heroes surrounding her, much to her silent relief- Yumi had managed to stay hidden at the expense of her comrades. Wanting to know if they were alive or dead hardly seemed to take precedence in the forefront of her mind, the sharp pangs of Trigger withdrawal were reaching a high note.
The door was easy enough to break through, the intruder having to duck slightly just to fit inside what looked like a impromptu laboratory.
“Need Trigger,” she gasped, the mechanical filter installed in her helmet altering her voice into something low and monstrous. It came out less as a desperate plea and more so a direct threat to the ears.
The hulking villain collapsed onto her reinforced knees, the armor emitting thin trails of steam as it finally began to cool down.
“Y-you’ve got some... Right?” Yumi managed to grind out, gesturing weakly to the safety collar keeping her helmet attached.