Who: Eiko Logan, Phil McCoy & Pete McCoy Where: Medlabs! When: Monday, yup. What: Eiko's a mutant! And she turns Pete fuzzy and blue and teethy! Phil thinks it cool! So does Pete. Eiko, however, isn't so happy about the whole thing.
Eiko hated the doctor's office. She rarely went unless her mother had no idea how to deal with her crying. She's had numerous homemade splints and stitchings in the past, but the yelling her father gave her was enough for her to finally agree to go see Dr. McCoy. Her brother wouldn't even look at her.
She peered in the MedLabs seeking out a blue furred large man. She'd only dealt with him once and soft voice or not, he was still a doctor who poked and prodded her.
"Doctor McCoy?" She called out.
Phil was at a computer, playing Solitaire. C'mon, there wasn't a lot to be done around here right now! He hears his surname and perks up, "Pop's out, can I--er, we help you?" He shoots a glance over at Pete. Let's hope this isn't too bad.
Under the same equipment he was trying to fix before the great Mojo Infection, Pete twists a screwdriver delicately to fit a component back into place. It's almost like nothing happened, just a little reboot and Pete's back to what he was up to before. At the sound of Phil's voice addressing someone new, he rolled out from under his work and got to his feet, hoping he could be useful for something.
Eiko looks at the two males who are approaching her and she recoils for a moment before she holds out her wrist. "I think it is infected." She'd stitched it herself and it was not looking good. Hey, she's left handed. "Can you look at this? I don't wish to be a burden, but I like my hand. it's useful."
Phil looks a little grossed out. Not at the wound, but the fact that it looks so ... unprofessionally stitched. "What butcher did this to you?" Phil just happens to think he's the best ever when it comes to stitches. He also can hem your pants if you need it! "Yeah, we're going to have to take the hand, kiddo, Pete, get the bonesaw?" Oh wow, maybe he shouldn't joke with her. She might believe him.
Pete hurdles a desk one-handed to come stand behind his brother. He'd actually been right next to the bonesaw in question a moment ago, but really didn't feel comfortable bringing it over, even as a joke. Peering over Phil's shoulder, Pete has to note, "Your stitches are a lot better. Then again, so are Pop's."
Eiko looks up at ..which McCoy was he? "I did it. So, suppose I am said 'butcher'." She peers closer. "Did you call me 'kiddo'?" She jumps as the other approaches. Too many identicals in this place. It's unnerving. "I got it from some metal shrapnel the green-haired guy through at me before it exploded."
"Oh wow, you did this one handed? Well, I'm going to have to take the stitches out, clean it up and probably do it again. Sorry." Apologizing as if she could turn it down, say No No, Don't Fix It! "Yeah, kiddo. I didn't mean to offend. Is it Eiko? Eiko, not kiddo. Got it." Phil turns away, giving Pete a Look. Hang out with her while he goes to get some stuff, Thing 2.
Pete normally isn't called in for 'small talk' situations. He's a holder of things, a getter of stuff, a key grip of the medlab. He's not... guest services. Still, a job was a job.
"The shrapnel exploded after being embedded in your hand?," he asked curiously. Light conversation, right.
Eiko nods. "Tore a good part of me up too. It was doing just fine until, well, this morning." She studies him for a moment before asking. "You were affected, weren't you? How do you feel now?" She isn't much for small talk either. Gets in the way. "Any desires to kidnap or kick my ass?"
Phil digs around in the lab, collecting things he's going to need. He could just bring the girl into the examination room-- but he thinks this is a small enough job for a random counter over in the more hospitable part of the lab could do the trick. His hands are nearly full, antiseptic and gloves and a sewing kit-- oh he should grab something to pry that stuff out of her skin. This will be fun! Hopefully Pete is keeping her distracted and happy. That lady killer.
"Pop cleared me medically and Ms. Frost mentally, so no," Pete answers a little nervously. He'd sort of feared that's what people would think of him now. "No desires at all." He's quick to add, "Ever again."
Eiko didn't know what to think. She was here for get protection and find her father. Now, she's getting beat up. She squinted her eyes at the Pete. "You must forgive me, I hold little knowledge of our history, but your father is the Beast, yes? Are you OK, you look a little pale?"
There's a loud clang... then a clatter... then Phil shouting, "I'm okay! Be right over!"
Funny Eiko should mention that. Pete's having all new reactions to things these days and while fear of other people's opinion makes a modicum of sense, it's the slightly warm feeling that he's not particularly understanding. His normally rather tan skin (let's hear it for family football afternoons!) seems a little paler in the lab light as his dark hair seems to lose its shade. The five-o'-clock shadow you can normally set your watch to seems a little thicker than it should be at 2pm and maybe it's not pale so much as it is... blue? He tried to answer her query, but finds his mouth strangely full. "I'm... fine..." Which he does, he feels just fine if not a little.. fangly.
"Are you?" Eiko looked a little concerned. "You look.. tired? Of course I am not a doctor.." She held up her hands, showing off the nastiness that is her hand.
Phil walked back over to the other two, holding a small metal tray with everything he needed. There's another sound, metal clicking on metal as Phil nearly drops it. Ah, McCoy reflexes. Phil looks down, trying to readjust the tools-- but his eyes are on Pete. "What's going on, Pete?" Why is Pete blue?!
He's a good and solid blue by now, hair a little longer but the fur cut close to his skin, making him sort of an aerodynamic version of the senior McCoy. He turns to look at Phil the moment he's in the room, attention whip smart and senses all on alert. His eyes look a little more feline behind his lenses as he looks at his brother and answers as if he hasn't exactly noticed the Big Change in the room. Or maybe that's particularly cared. "Her wound was caused by exploding shrapnel, perhaps suggesting deeper tissue damage" He sticks out his tongue as it keeps hitting on lengthening canines. He looks back at Eiko, a short-haired version of his fluffier father. "Or was the shrapnel from an explosion?"
OK, Pete did just completely convert here. She took a couple steps back, her eyes a little confused. She really still needs to get used to all the mutants here. "I..I ..from the explosion.." She answered, looking back at Phil who is about as baffled at she is. "You are blue." She ends up stating frankly.
Phil wants to help poor Eiko right away, but... his brother is turning into his father... right this very moment. "Pete, look." He takes the tools off the metal tray and holds it up for Pete, hoping it's shiny enough that Pete can see his reflection. Pete doesn't seem to be aware of this transformation. One would think this would happen over a period of time! Not so quickly! Strange things are afoot. "Did you drink any serums or ... Eiko, did he do anything weird when I walked over there?" He motions with his thumb. Honestly! Phil walked away for two minutes!
Pete takes the offered tray with blue hands, which sort of give everything away early. Still he looks at the rather skewed reflection and only offers in return a small and amused sort of, "Huh." Phil is confused, Eiko maybe a little horrified, the one person in the room who seems to be taking this rather abrupt sort of transformation well at all is Pete. he's almost bemused as he lifts a lip to poke at his new sharp teeth. Neat. "I didn't drink anything," he defends somewhat disinterestedly as he touches his fingers to his face. "Nor have I been weird."
Eiko's eyebrows are in a permanent state of arched, but she shrugs a bit. "You all here are quite amazing, I have to admit. Blue. Furry. Fire. Magnetic blasts." She shrugs. "I must confess, you need not do it to impress. I already am impressed." It was true, every person she spoke with seemed to 'show off' a bit. She was delighted at first, but then she felt a little inferior. Why did they feel this need to boast so much?
Phil tilts his head. He's got half a theory working out in his brain. Didn't Heath do some crazy stuff after hanging around Eiko? And now Pete's blue... He gives Pete a look. Help him find his words, Clone Brother! "He's not trying to impress you. He's never done anything like this before..."
Pete nods, still admiring his new look. "It was considered as an eventual genetic evolution given the history of my DNA but then Pop only regarded it as theory." He runs his fingers through his hair and lo, it sort of sticks like that. Huh. "I had nothing to do with the change..." Man, his teeth were sharp! "And considering the genetic trait was dormant, it certainly shouldn't have developed so quickly..." He tips his head at Eiko, also as suspicious as Phil, but certainly more jovial about it.
Eiko threw up her hands, suspecting the obvious deep inside, but denying it vehemently. "Well, I have no idea why. I'd just like to be re-repaired please." She held out her hand, pressing her lips together.
Phil holds his hands out defensively, "All right, we can do that." Whoa. Let's not anger the girl. "Let me just..." His eyes slide from Eiko to Pete now and he jerks his head back towards the sink. Phil begins to wash his hands and waits for Pete to come close so they can have their Secret Sink Pow-Wow.
Pete starts to say something as Eiko seems to take offense at the unspoken allegations, but Phil's giving him the subliminal 'get over here' signal so he shuffles over to the sink. "It's her," he confirms under his breath, setting the tray down. "She's been the only unusual factor to the room and I have had a very thorough check-up as of late. Pop would have caught something like this."
Eiko's eyes narrow and dart at the two. First the flowers, now the unusual acting boys. She is beginning to not feel safe. She hops off the table. "You know. My father can probably deal with something like this. I'm going to head out."
"I wonder what would happen if I got too close to her--" Ah! She's leaving! Phil panics, "Wait wait, I'm sorry, that was rude of us!" Talking in secret in front of Logan's kid? Yikes! "Look, we think that you're a ... catalyst or something. We think you're a mutant-- let me fix your wrist up. You're in the right place." The McCoys are safe, Eiko! Look at Phil, how unthreatening he is.
Pete hangs behind Phil like a furry clone shadow. He might be a little more threatening. Or... kind of cute. It all depends on how you take fuzzy.
"Genetically speaking, you're very nearly guaranteed a genetic mutation," Pete notes, to keep up the scientific end of things.
"My mother is not a mutant." Eiko frowns slightly. Yes, Phil is unthreatening, but Pete... well, that remains to be seen. She narrows her eyes a bit at the boys. "Just because my father is means nothing. I have never had issues like this before..." And as she finishes the sentence, she realizes that YES, she has. Her mouth hangs open slightly as she begins to realize the facts. <"No, it can not be!"> she utters in Japanese.
The McCoys know Japanese! Phil is amused, "Hey now, my mom's not a mutant either. So yes, it can be." Phil holds his hand out for hers, "C'mon, c'mon, let's see that shrapnel."
Pete nods along and keeps Phil's back as he'll scratch behind an ear from time to time.
"I... I caused Joan... Dane... Oh no! Ren! It was me who caused him to shift uncontrollably!" She gasped, clapping her free hand to her mouth. "How... how am I doing this!?" She looked at Pete. "I am sorry, Pete-san." She had thought him somewhat handsome, but as a blue fuzzy creature, well, he looked more like a Pokemon. Pika-blue.
"Hey, you didn't know. Now you do... just stay away from those more volatile mutant types." Phil's busy cleaning up her wrist, taking out the old stitches. Hey, at least she's distracted. Pete is the best assistant ever. "When Pop gets back, we'll figure it out. Mutations are his specialty." Phil's starting to get a little nervous, hoping he doesn't turn hairy and blue, too. Maybe nervous isn't the best word. He feels kind of warm and fuzzy. Oh God.
Pete looks to Eiko in mild and pleased surprise. "
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<b>Who: </b>Eiko Logan, Phil McCoy & Pete McCoy <b>Where:</b> Medlabs! <b>When:</b> Monday, yup. <b>What:</b> Eiko's a mutant! And she turns Pete fuzzy and blue and teethy! Phil thinks it cool! So does Pete. Eiko, however, isn't so happy about the whole thing.
<lj-cut text="He might be a little more threatening. Or... kind of cute. It all depends on how you take fuzzy."> Eiko hated the doctor's office. She rarely went unless her mother had no idea how to deal with her crying. She's had numerous homemade splints and stitchings in the past, but the yelling her father gave her was enough for her to finally agree to go see Dr. McCoy. Her brother wouldn't even look at her.
She peered in the MedLabs seeking out a blue furred large man. She'd only dealt with him once and soft voice or not, he was still a doctor who poked and prodded her.
"Doctor McCoy?" She called out.
Phil was at a computer, playing Solitaire. C'mon, there wasn't a lot to be done around here right now! He hears his surname and perks up, "Pop's out, can I--er, we help you?" He shoots a glance over at Pete. Let's hope this isn't too bad.
Under the same equipment he was trying to fix before the great Mojo Infection, Pete twists a screwdriver delicately to fit a component back into place. It's almost like nothing happened, just a little reboot and Pete's back to what he was up to before. At the sound of Phil's voice addressing someone new, he rolled out from under his work and got to his feet, hoping he could be useful for something.
Eiko looks at the two males who are approaching her and she recoils for a moment before she holds out her wrist. "I think it is infected." She'd stitched it herself and it was not looking good. Hey, she's left handed. "Can you look at this? I don't wish to be a burden, but I like my hand. it's useful."
Phil looks a little grossed out. Not at the wound, but the fact that it looks so ... unprofessionally stitched. "What butcher did this to you?" Phil just happens to think he's the best ever when it comes to stitches. He also can hem your pants if you need it! "Yeah, we're going to have to take the hand, kiddo, Pete, get the bonesaw?" Oh wow, maybe he shouldn't joke with her. She might believe him.
Pete hurdles a desk one-handed to come stand behind his brother. He'd actually been right next to the bonesaw in question a moment ago, but really didn't feel comfortable bringing it over, even as a joke. Peering over Phil's shoulder, Pete has to note, "Your stitches are a lot better. Then again, so are Pop's."
Eiko looks up at ..which McCoy was he? "I did it. So, suppose I am said 'butcher'." She peers closer. "Did you call me 'kiddo'?" She jumps as the other approaches. Too many identicals in this place. It's unnerving. "I got it from some metal shrapnel the green-haired guy through at me before it exploded."
"Oh wow, you did this one handed? Well, I'm going to have to take the stitches out, clean it up and probably do it again. Sorry." Apologizing as if she could turn it down, say No No, Don't Fix It! "Yeah, kiddo. I didn't mean to offend. Is it Eiko? Eiko, not kiddo. Got it." Phil turns away, giving Pete a Look. Hang out with her while he goes to get some stuff, Thing 2.
Pete normally isn't called in for 'small talk' situations. He's a holder of things, a getter of stuff, a key grip of the medlab. He's not... guest services. Still, a job was a job.
"The shrapnel exploded after being embedded in your hand?," he asked curiously. Light conversation, right.
Eiko nods. "Tore a good part of me up too. It was doing just fine until, well, this morning." She studies him for a moment before asking. "You were affected, weren't you? How do you feel now?" She isn't much for small talk either. Gets in the way. "Any desires to kidnap or kick my ass?"
Phil digs around in the lab, collecting things he's going to need. He could just bring the girl into the examination room-- but he thinks this is a small enough job for a random counter over in the more hospitable part of the lab could do the trick. His hands are nearly full, antiseptic and gloves and a sewing kit-- oh he should grab something to pry that stuff out of her skin. This will be fun! Hopefully Pete is keeping her distracted and happy. That lady killer.
"Pop cleared me medically and Ms. Frost mentally, so no," Pete answers a little nervously. He'd sort of feared that's what people would think of him now. "No desires at all." He's quick to add, "Ever again."
Eiko didn't know what to think. She was here for get protection and find her father. Now, she's getting beat up. She squinted her eyes at the Pete. "You must forgive me, I hold little knowledge of our history, but your father is the Beast, yes? Are you OK, you look a little pale?"
There's a loud clang... then a clatter... then Phil shouting, "I'm okay! Be right over!"
Funny Eiko should mention that. Pete's having all new reactions to things these days and while fear of other people's opinion makes a modicum of sense, it's the slightly warm feeling that he's not particularly understanding. His normally rather tan skin (let's hear it for family football afternoons!) seems a little paler in the lab light as his dark hair seems to lose its shade. The five-o'-clock shadow you can normally set your watch to seems a little thicker than it should be at 2pm and maybe it's not pale so much as it is... blue? He tried to answer her query, but finds his mouth strangely full. "I'm... fine..." Which he does, he feels just fine if not a little.. fangly.
"Are you?" Eiko looked a little concerned. "You look.. tired? Of course I am not a doctor.." She held up her hands, showing off the nastiness that is her hand.
Phil walked back over to the other two, holding a small metal tray with everything he needed. There's another sound, metal clicking on metal as Phil nearly drops it. Ah, McCoy reflexes. Phil looks down, trying to readjust the tools-- but his eyes are on Pete. "What's going on, Pete?" Why is Pete blue?!
He's a good and solid blue by now, hair a little longer but the fur cut close to his skin, making him sort of an aerodynamic version of the senior McCoy. He turns to look at Phil the moment he's in the room, attention whip smart and senses all on alert. His eyes look a little more feline behind his lenses as he looks at his brother and answers as if he hasn't exactly noticed the Big Change in the room. Or maybe that's particularly cared. "Her wound was caused by exploding shrapnel, perhaps suggesting deeper tissue damage" He sticks out his tongue as it keeps hitting on lengthening canines. He looks back at Eiko, a short-haired version of his fluffier father. "Or was the shrapnel from an explosion?"
OK, Pete did just completely convert here. She took a couple steps back, her eyes a little confused. She really still needs to get used to all the mutants here. "I..I ..from the explosion.." She answered, looking back at Phil who is about as baffled at she is. "You are blue." She ends up stating frankly.
Phil wants to help poor Eiko right away, but... his brother is turning into his father... right this very moment. "Pete, look." He takes the tools off the metal tray and holds it up for Pete, hoping it's shiny enough that Pete can see his reflection. Pete doesn't seem to be aware of this transformation. One would think this would happen over a period of time! Not so quickly! Strange things are afoot. "Did you drink any serums or ... Eiko, did he do anything weird when I walked over there?" He motions with his thumb. Honestly! Phil walked away for two minutes!
Pete takes the offered tray with blue hands, which sort of give everything away early. Still he looks at the rather skewed reflection and only offers in return a small and amused sort of, "Huh." Phil is confused, Eiko maybe a little horrified, the one person in the room who seems to be taking this rather abrupt sort of transformation well at all is Pete. he's almost bemused as he lifts a lip to poke at his new sharp teeth. Neat. "I didn't drink anything," he defends somewhat disinterestedly as he touches his fingers to his face. "Nor have I been weird."
Eiko's eyebrows are in a permanent state of arched, but she shrugs a bit. "You all here are quite amazing, I have to admit. Blue. Furry. Fire. Magnetic blasts." She shrugs. "I must confess, you need not do it to impress. I already am impressed." It was true, every person she spoke with seemed to 'show off' a bit. She was delighted at first, but then she felt a little inferior. Why did they feel this need to boast so much?
Phil tilts his head. He's got half a theory working out in his brain. Didn't Heath do some crazy stuff after hanging around Eiko? And now Pete's blue... He gives Pete a look. Help him find his words, Clone Brother! "He's not trying to impress you. He's never done anything like this before..."
Pete nods, still admiring his new look. "It was considered as an eventual genetic evolution given the history of my DNA but then Pop only regarded it as theory." He runs his fingers through his hair and lo, it sort of sticks like that. Huh. "I had nothing to do with the change..." Man, his teeth were sharp! "And considering the genetic trait was dormant, it certainly shouldn't have developed so quickly..." He tips his head at Eiko, also as suspicious as Phil, but certainly more jovial about it.
Eiko threw up her hands, suspecting the obvious deep inside, but denying it vehemently. "Well, I have no idea why. I'd just like to be re-repaired please." She held out her hand, pressing her lips together.
Phil holds his hands out defensively, "All right, we can do that." Whoa. Let's not anger the girl. "Let me just..." His eyes slide from Eiko to Pete now and he jerks his head back towards the sink. Phil begins to wash his hands and waits for Pete to come close so they can have their Secret Sink Pow-Wow.
Pete starts to say something as Eiko seems to take offense at the unspoken allegations, but Phil's giving him the subliminal 'get over here' signal so he shuffles over to the sink. "It's her," he confirms under his breath, setting the tray down. "She's been the only unusual factor to the room and I have had a very thorough check-up as of late. Pop would have caught something like this."
Eiko's eyes narrow and dart at the two. First the flowers, now the unusual acting boys. She is beginning to not feel safe. She hops off the table. "You know. My father can probably deal with something like this. I'm going to head out."
"I wonder what would happen if I got too close to her--" Ah! She's leaving! Phil panics, "Wait wait, I'm sorry, that was rude of us!" Talking in secret in front of Logan's kid? Yikes! "Look, we think that you're a ... catalyst or something. We think you're a mutant-- let me fix your wrist up. You're in the right place." The McCoys are safe, Eiko! Look at Phil, how unthreatening he is.
Pete hangs behind Phil like a furry clone shadow. He might be a little more threatening. Or... kind of cute. It all depends on how you take fuzzy.
"Genetically speaking, you're very nearly guaranteed a genetic mutation," Pete notes, to keep up the scientific end of things.
"My mother is not a mutant." Eiko frowns slightly. Yes, Phil is unthreatening, but Pete... well, that remains to be seen. She narrows her eyes a bit at the boys. "Just because my father is means nothing. I have never had issues like this before..." And as she finishes the sentence, she realizes that YES, she has. Her mouth hangs open slightly as she begins to realize the facts. <"No, it can not be!"> she utters in Japanese.
The McCoys know Japanese! Phil is amused, "Hey now, my mom's not a mutant either. So yes, it can be." Phil holds his hand out for hers, "C'mon, c'mon, let's see that shrapnel."
Pete nods along and keeps Phil's back as he'll scratch behind an ear from time to time.
"I... I caused Joan... Dane... Oh no! Ren! It was me who caused him to shift uncontrollably!" She gasped, clapping her free hand to her mouth. "How... how am I doing this!?" She looked at Pete. "I am sorry, Pete-san." She had thought him somewhat handsome, but as a blue fuzzy creature, well, he looked more like a Pokemon. Pika-blue.
"Hey, you didn't know. Now you do... just stay away from those more volatile mutant types." Phil's busy cleaning up her wrist, taking out the old stitches. Hey, at least she's distracted. Pete is the best assistant ever. "When Pop gets back, we'll figure it out. Mutations are his specialty." Phil's starting to get a little nervous, hoping he doesn't turn hairy and blue, too. Maybe nervous isn't the best word. He feels kind of warm and fuzzy. Oh God.
Pete looks to Eiko in mild and pleased surprise. "<please, there="there" is="is" no="no" need="need" to="to" apologize.="apologize.">," he tells her in Japanese. "It's actually rather... enlightening." He feels pettable, an all new experience for the young clone. He could get used to this... or it could be a bi-product of the effects of her mutation.
Eiko's face brightened for a moment at Pete, he knew Japanese and wasn't upset. But her thoughts fleeted to others she may have effected... Magnar, Heath, Heather... She had a long list of apologies if this was true. "But... can I control it?" She then felt even worse. "My enemies... they were mutants..." Whether either of the McCoy boys knew of this (which would be from Logan) she didn't concern herself with.
"You can probably control it?" Phil shrugged and looked over at Pete. That sounds about right, eh, brother?
"Most abilities given by mutation can be controlled from muscle or mental preparation. Even the most dire of cases have come with some sort of relief in the gradation of effect." Pete pushes his glasses up a little higher on his nose. "And I would note that the school does have a secure protection system from 'enemies'." Okay, not that secure (thanks, Mojo!) but they were working on it.
"You are so calm, Pete." Eiko looked over, her brown eyes bright. "I can sense you are content. I don't know how long I will keep you blue. I don't even know how I am doing this." She sighed. "I don't know... how to deal with this... you don't think the Headmasters will kick me out? I am causing so much chaos."
Phil stays quiet, enjoying listening to his brother talk to a girl. A girl! Not to mention he's busy ... and he's not that great at comforting people. "People have done far worse than you and are still somehow living here, I wouldn't worry about that. Think of how you could help." He shoots Pete a glance. Not entirely sure how making a McCoy blue would help in a fight. Those fangs are pretty awesome, though.
"Or at least understand your abilities better as to not fear or unwittingly use them," adds in Pete. he really wants to go... run around, do something, but Phil keeps sneaking glances at him keeping him rooted to the spot for the time being. "It might take awhile, but the school is diverse and there is nothing our father hasn't puzzled out in the field of genetics and the X-Gene itself. While it certainly may be bewildering now, it's nothing that can't be dealt with in some fashion."
Eiko feels the urge to go run too... Away and off a building. Maybe Charlie? No. She suddenly misses Madripoor. She winces for a second, not from the pain from Phil's work but from impatience she is feeling. "I ..." She is at a loss of what to say, especially in front of these two, so she merely uses her body language to ask if Phil is done yet. Why her? Why this? And why this power? What kind of joke is this?
"Almost done!" Phil feels kind of bad for Eiko. She was kind of thrown into all of this, wasn't she? Finds out her dad is one of the most famous mutants, that she herself is a mutant. Phil was born into all of this, wasn't even shocked when he found out he had powers. Phil's fingers are long and quick, not to mention kind of cold, working in a flurry to get her wrist stitched up. He feels he should ask, "Are you going to be all right?" He's more worried about her than Pete, actually. Pete's doing pretty well with the shock of being blue.
Pete is, to use a technical term, doing <i>awesome</i> with being blue. Certainly a lot better than he should have been. Rather like a cat, he's momentarily distracted by something before his attention turns back to Eiko. "I would recommend getting something to eat or perhaps taking a moment outside first, but if you'd like we could start the labwork preliminaries?" Normally, they'd just wait for Pop for the more heavy lab work, genetics not exactly Pete's forte, but right now the clone is nearly positive he could pull it off. It was just simple bio-work, seen his Pop pull it off a thousand times, he knows his own backwards and forwards, how hard could it be?
"Labwork? Like taking my blood and poking me and prodding me with needles?" Eiko frowned. What good would that do? "How about just teaching me to turn this damned thing off?"
Phil shakes his head, frowning with Eiko. "We don't need to do any of that." What's gotten into you, Pete? "Emma probably would be more of a help with a mutation such as yours. Or maybe Pop can give you an inhibitor of some sort when he gets back." Hank McCoy just wanted his boys to hold down the fort, not ... take blood and make a diagnosis!
Pete catches the look from both of them, despite being pretty sure he could figure this whole thing out in a couple hours. He stays quiet and pokes at a tooth.
Eiko fell into a silence as she looked at the wall, both the brothers in the corners of her eyes. Her face reflected a mixture of numbness, panic, shame and fear. Where was the joy?
Phil finished up with Eiko and removed his gloves. Hopping up, he randomly hugs his brother. It's almost a tackle. "Let me see your teeth!"
Apparently, Phil was hijacking all the joy. Pete had fallen into a silent little query of himself, wondering why no one trusted him to take a lab sample all of a sudden and quietly wondering why Eiko had suddenly changed from angry to sullen over something as simple as developing a mutation. Then again, as someone grown from a vat, Pete probably wasn't the most sympathetic to her plight, especially when Phil was tackling him. Neither of them tumble to the floor and Pete shows off the new fangs.
With her other hand, Eiko grabbed her wrist to see the handiwork. It did look better. She muttered a 'thanks' that she assumed got lost in the shuffle of the two McCoys talking. She casts a glance at them and steps out the door quietly as her skills give. She's got a lot to think about. </lj-cut>