[ Rex is worried as she stands there, wheezing. Of course he is. He doesn't know what that canister was full of, if Andy's going to perish like those he'd watched slowly wheeze and die, blue veins crawling through them, if there are greater ramifications they have yet to see, if it has changed something integral to what or who Andy is. He reaches out to her, but he stops short of her shoulder.
When she turns, he's glad that he did. He doesn't recognize that look in her eye. He's seen her in the midst of battle, looking half-mad with bloodlust, a different way from how cold and calculated he is in battle - a way that he'd always admired in a way, a relic of a far-gone era that Rex could only ever dream of. But this isn't that. She's infected. She's sick.
And more importantly, she's coming after him. He takes a step back, the knife just narrowly missing him, the very tip of it skittering across his armour, scratching a thin line in the blue paint there. She's coming after him, but she's still talking. Does that mean he can get through to her? ]
Stop it and think for a moment, [ he says, though he's not waiting around to see if he can get through to her; he's already ducking around her, reaching for the vibroblade at his side, because he's not going to shoot her. Not when she's like this. He could try stunning her - and may still - but that's the sort of thing that interacts poorly with certain medications. Certain poisons.
This has turned her against him. He's not going to risk killing her. ]
You can fight this. I'm not the one you want to kill here.
[ She seems to right now. It's a damn good thing he's wearing his armour. He never could beat her in a hand-to-hand fight. ]
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[ Rex is worried as she stands there, wheezing. Of course he is. He doesn't know what that canister was full of, if Andy's going to perish like those he'd watched slowly wheeze and die, blue veins crawling through them, if there are greater ramifications they have yet to see, if it has changed something integral to what or who Andy is. He reaches out to her, but he stops short of her shoulder.
When she turns, he's glad that he did. He doesn't recognize that look in her eye. He's seen her in the midst of battle, looking half-mad with bloodlust, a different way from how cold and calculated he is in battle - a way that he'd always admired in a way, a relic of a far-gone era that Rex could only ever dream of. But this isn't that. She's infected. She's sick.
And more importantly, she's coming after him. He takes a step back, the knife just narrowly missing him, the very tip of it skittering across his armour, scratching a thin line in the blue paint there. She's coming after him, but she's still talking. Does that mean he can get through to her? ]
Stop it and think for a moment, [ he says, though he's not waiting around to see if he can get through to her; he's already ducking around her, reaching for the vibroblade at his side, because he's not going to shoot her. Not when she's like this. He could try stunning her - and may still - but that's the sort of thing that interacts poorly with certain medications. Certain poisons.
This has turned her against him. He's not going to risk killing her. ]
You can fight this. I'm not the one you want to kill here.
[ She seems to right now. It's a damn good thing he's wearing his armour. He never could beat her in a hand-to-hand fight. ]