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[belligerents]

[Well at least they've got some pre-made comm system here. Of course everything in her wants to take it a part, figure out how it works. At least it's something.]

Abby? Are you there? Is anyone else from Camp Jaha here? [She's not all that hopeful to be honest, but she has to try.]

I'm looking for my people, the sky people or the 100. If anyone knows their whereabouts, Finn or Octavia, give me a shout. [She figures it won't hurt to help look for Bellamy's sister.

She wants to end the feed there, already looking hesitant and distant, but she knows she's not going to survive long like this. In space she doesn't need her legs, but on Earth and apparently in the Drabwurld, she does.]

I-- I had a bullet hit my spine back home. I had someone look at it, remove it. But I can't use my leg. [Admitting this is hard enough.] I don't know what I'm going to do here without a brace or even modern medicine.

I'll take any advice.

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[metalica]

[ Erik isn't the type of person to offer too much help and, so, he lets her go. When they get out to the ring he steps through and guides her - and then the station is before them and he settles, looking around and feeling out with his powers. Metal comes to him, floating in front of them as he inspects it. ]

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[belligerents]

[They'll work well together, because she doesn't want help and unless she's falling over or crying out in pain, she doesn't want someone to fuss over her.

So she manages along until one second she's one place and then she's at another... and then he's doing something with the metal now. It's a little jarring, less so him since he at least told he about his mutation.]

What is this place?

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[metalica]

[ He moves, not really paying too much attention to her until he has the things he needs, adjusting things here and there before he speaks aloud. ]

The Station. The technical hub of the Drabworld.

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[belligerents]

Right. [Like that clears things up at all.]

So what do you need? Other than the floating metal in front of you?

[Show off.]

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[metalica]

Everything we have here, and direction from you.

[ He turns, urging her to put her leg forward. ]

I can place metal, screw it and melt the edges so they stick. You just tell me the best angle for your leg.

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[belligerents]

[Which begs the question:]

So why are you helping me?

[Of course she does follow his lead, propping her leg out. One hand adjusts the leg a little better.]

The brace I used to have was metal on the sides and it wrapped around my leg. It made it easier to get it on and off, and it was slightly bent.