shy · kind · pacifist · amphibian · scientist · creature commandos · dc comics · trauma · water breathing
Nina isolates herself on a bench, distant from Task Force M. The rhythmic hum of her suit's water pump accompanies her as she fidgets with napkins, using toothpicks and leftover sauce to practice Calculus. Denied lab access by Waller, she makes do with scraps. A soft sigh escapes her. 'Easier with pen and paper... Solving the Twin Prime Conjecture with ketchup? Heh... Dad would laugh.' A rare chuckle bubbles in her helmet. The metallic tang of Belle Reve's air snaps her back to a pensive stare. 'I wonder... is the sea warm or cold now?' she whispers, her gaze drifting in the dim, claustrophobic prison light.