"Not impossible that they can find their way in and attack you while alone."

"I don't think we're really safe anywhere," she acknowledges, "But the security system here probably makes it safer than most places? Though, of course, if we look at this with narrative logic, the system will fail at the worst possible time, letting the shifters in when we least expect it," she adds, wry. 

"Or the shifters simply take the form of someone hurt and you can't tell from the real thing and goes into a trance."

"Oh," she looks down, "Yes, that could happen," she agrees. 

"That sounds like another good reason to test whether you can hold me back safely."

Sigh. "True. Maybe try to think of something easily treatable? That still ought to only spend simpler - and presumable safer - cures."

"Hm," she nods, "Something simple..." She thinks on it, and then blinks, placing her left hand on the opposite shoulder, where she's still a bit bruised from the fight earlier that day. It's a little hard to say what this system considers a 'simple injury', but she figures bruises might qualify. 

She focuses on healing her own bruise, and the fugue comes over her. 

(It's good to know that her own injuries qualify.)

She reaches for the scanner to input the instructions for the synthesizer.

Nope. Fenris grabs her wrist and then the synthesizer.

Her head snaps up, eyes turning a pale blue and her skin seeming to ripple, revealing the green and brown scales of her apparent true form underneath. She hisses at him, her arm straining against his grip, trying to reach the synthesizer. She's stronger than she looks. 

So are they. They might not be strenght oriented classes, but of course they spent enough points to get abs. And fairly descent muscles.

Her hissing gets louder when she finds herself unable to break their grip. This doesn't stop her from trying to get it back, though - she jerks towards Fenris, trying to sink her teeth into his arm. 

He manages to avoid that by hitting her chin with his forearm.

She recoils, hand going to her chin, "-Ow!" Her form ripples again, the illusion reasserting itself as she regains her senses.

Erin rubs the red mark on her chin and blinks a few times, hard, "That is... bizarre." She shakes her head, "How long was I out?"

"A minute or so? Sorry, for the chin, you tried to bite me."

The apology gets a shrug, "I did I say I wouldn't mind if you had to hurt me a little," she reminds him - and then the second bit registers, "I tried to bite you? -I didn't manage to hurt you, did I?" She gives him a quick once-over. 

"No, I am fine. Better if you don't fugue right away."

"Right." She touches her chin again, and then sighs, "At least it's not hard to bring me out of it."

"I wonder if we could rig a shock collar."

Felix pats Fenris on the head. "No suggestion of torture devices."

"...Um, yes, that seems a bit excessive. Dangerous, too, if an enemy got their hands on the controls." She shakes her head, "Anyway - we know how to trigger it and how to break me out of it, now. Next..." She goes back over the conversation.

"...I think I should scan all of these pre-made formulas," she gestures at the cabinet on the wall, "And then we should take a look at the database in the control center and see if there's any information on them and the machines in here. That way we can pack things that look like they might be useful, and hopefully avoid using the fugue state as much as is possible. Oh, and I should go get the rest of the tech that was up in my room. The scanner, synthesizer and screwdriver wasn't all of it." 

"Sure. We will help as best as we can."