“Alright, so Rin,” The older man standing in front of her, running a hand through his close cropped grey hair, quite obviously inspecting her. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I have a basic understanding, yes,” Rin replies, almost instantly, pressing her hands into the cold hard bed the Doctor’s room she was in offered, where she had seated herself.

“Did you want to know more?” the doctor asks her, slipping his pale hand into the pockets of his white coat.

“No, not until this part is over and done with,”

“And why’s that?” he asks, adjusting his oblong glasses, take a bit of interest in Rin. Rin replies, her eyes keeping a steely gaze into his
“Because I might consider backing out,”
[hr][hr]

How much time had passed? Hours? Minutes? Days? Rin awoke unsure. What she was sure of, however, was the fact her body ached from head to toe. Despite her better judgement, which urged her to remain under the stiff white sheets until she wasn’t aching so much, Rin slowly sat up, expelling slight occasional groans. Her head spun slightly as she sat, whether it was a side effect to whatever they’d done to her to link her to her chosen kaiju or just from suddenly sitting up just after waking up she was unsure. She moans, bringing a hand to her head.

“Are you alright?” came the voice of the doctor she had earlier conversed with.

“Mm-hm,” she mumbles, “A bit sore but I think I’ll be fine,”

“Good, you’re mentally linked to Baragon,” he says, “So at this time he will be mimicking your actions,”

“So pretty much don’t go anywhere or I’ll destroy a bunch of places?” At that the doctor chuckles slightly.

“Nah, we’ve got him in a cage that replicates the facility, you should be fine,” Rin just nods, running a hand through her blonde hair with a sigh. This really wasn’t the position she imagined herself in when she graduated from medical school with honours but, she supposed, doing something was better than not, even I it wasn’t what she was trained to do.