[ The situation in the camp is depressing to say the least, particularly to a new arrival. Vex'ahlia does not have the liberty to roam much of the facility nor outside it yet, and being stuck on what she's mentally termed 'death watch' for the poor souls suffering this plague. She lacks the skills to do anything except help make them comfortable, thanks to this world and the circumstances of her arrival robbing her of even her most meager healing magics.
It's not be fun, to say the least.
She's back in the barracks, freshly scrubbed of the scent of death and sickness, toweling the last drops of water from her hair when Symmetra enters. The half-elf glances up curiously when she does; she's seen the other woman in passing, but not in the medical bay, and she seems to prefer her own company than mix with the other Exotics.
She doesn't quite get the strange stretching exercises, though. Vex watches for a bit, braiding, unbinding and rebraiding her hair, before rising from her cot and edging closer to watch. Eventually, when Symmetra looks to be changing pose, she makes like a distraction: ]
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It's not be fun, to say the least.
She's back in the barracks, freshly scrubbed of the scent of death and sickness, toweling the last drops of water from her hair when Symmetra enters. The half-elf glances up curiously when she does; she's seen the other woman in passing, but not in the medical bay, and she seems to prefer her own company than mix with the other Exotics.
She doesn't quite get the strange stretching exercises, though. Vex watches for a bit, braiding, unbinding and rebraiding her hair, before rising from her cot and edging closer to watch. Eventually, when Symmetra looks to be changing pose, she makes like a distraction: ]
What are you doing?