2023-10-18: Abduction, Parturition, Repeated Commission
- Log: Abduction, Parturition, Repeated Commission
- Cast: Yuliana Kafim, Eight Orlodhari, Lavnadim Orlodhari
- Where: Magallanica
- Date: 2023-10-18
- Summary: Black ops agents -- presumably from the REA -- try to drag Yuliana away in an unmarked van when she comes to Magallanica to visit Jona, only for Eight and Lahvi to intervene. But just as Yuliana is struggling to understand why her mortal enemies would help her, Eight turns out to be the one who needs help, as she goes into sudden labour. Yuliana steals a car to get her to hospital, with all the aggression one would expect from a survivor who was almost abducted moments prior. Eight gets to the hospital safely, but Yuliana's problems are just beginning...
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
They're making moves. The world won't forgive them for long. Even though they saved everyone... it doesn't matter, in anyone's eyes, now they don't understand the next step. Everyone thinks... everyone thinks of them like...!
It's enough to drive Yuliana to madness. Why don't they appreciate her? At least the Silent Calling understands, but -- so many others don't. They'll forget everything she's done... just because they don't believe in her.
But she still did those things. Even if the world forgets that she saved them.
And...
Oh, be fair: she's been avoiding him, too. Yuliana sent a message, through Zoltan, but who knows if that unreliable man delivered it? No... she's felt far too cautious, about meeting with Jona. About whether he'd even want to --
Anyway. They've a lull in their intents, and she's travelled all the way up here, to Magallanica. (She would not place such a social call before her duty to her Callers -- but after she has spoken with them..? That's another matter.) She's used yet more fake papers to travel as a civilian; of course, she's hidden a gun strapped to her thigh, travelling out into space. She's adept at acting innocently enough for no one to check.
Perhaps it's convenient, really, that She prefers Yuliana feminine; her dark shin-length skirt and blouse are much easier to hide things in. The jacket over her shoulders both warms her arms and hides her tentacles; the baby blue scarf about her neck obscures her neck, and the jewellery she doesn't care to expose. (Though, naturally, there's plenty left free: her golden ear hoops, her purple bracelet, her rose gold wedding ring.) She has a lovely little gold leather handbag.
She doesn't look like a target.
That's what makes it so shocking, when the unmarked van pulls up beside her. Yuliana knows what this is, but before she's even able to reach for her skirt, a man has a gun trained on her out the window. She freezes, and lifts her hands, even as she listens for the sound of another man exiting the vehicle to come up behind her. Grasping her wrist, holding a syringe--
And it's then she reaches back and grabs that man herself, with a ferocious, "GET OFF ME, YOU SCUMBAG!" She flings the man towards the door of the van where that gun's dangling out, and tears off in a run towards the pedestrian's parade, half-blind and heart racing.
She could shoot one of them -- but operatives travel in groups. She saw that syringe falling down. They're prepared to subdue her. Attacking in broad -- we'll call it daylight? Out here? No, it's not that simple --
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
As it happens, Eight Orlodhari is one of those who doesn't understand. But this is not about that.
Eight and Lavnadim are currently walking around Magallanica, ostensibly to review the colony's progress. The heavily pregnant Eight is leaning on her husband, both of them dressed in casual attire--a red dress with brown jacket for Eight, dark slacks and a mustard shirt for Lavnadim.
"They are already showing so many things," Lavhi comments to Eight, and Eight smiles back at him. "It's nice to see a place become more of a 'home'..." She pauses, "Are you sure you're all right with spending some time here? I want to support its growth."
"Of course," he answers. "It is time for me to take leave as well. Mister Gatchlin will do well with the mobile suits. Miss Gadry will care for the engines of the ship. And the Yorks are coming! I wish to spend time with them as well."
"...I'm glad," Eight answers, seemingly relieved. Then, they turn the corner.
"Is that...?"
A dark van, and a woman running. Lavhi reacts first. "We cannot allow that woman to be--"
"YULIANA!?" Eight reacts second, and then quickly thinks of what to do, "Oh, Yuliana! Come over here, it's so nice to see you!" she is lying. it is not nice to see her. but it may serve to make a distraction.
"Play along," she elbows her husband, and Lavhi blinks once before, "Yes! Our friend!" But his eyes are straight on that van and the operatives. He is a very big man.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
Familiar voices don't have to be -- and frequently aren't, in Yuliana's experience -- friendly voices. When she hears Eight's surprise, her first instinct is that she's in on it, somehow -- but then she processes that surprise, all yelped to loud volume, and -- well, she doesn't realise that Eight has nothing to do with this.
But she has reasonable grounds to think she's just as shocked as Yuliana is, and in her current situation, reasonable ground is at least less likely to crumble under her feet.
She doesn't have time to reluctantly trust Eight, either -- she rushes over, as if she'd meant to run to them in the first place. "Oh -- how wonderful -- to see you!" She gasps, coming up into Eight's space to grasp her hands, as if they're the very best of friends. (She conspicuously doesn't grasp Lahvi's. It's more to keep his hands free than out of any scorn; frankly, aside from his choice in wife, she has no beef with someone like him.) "So sorry I'm late -- traffic was terrible! Ahh, look at you! Any day now, isn't it?!" Loud as she's being, people are certainly starting to turn and pay attention, too.
The men in the van, meanwhile, can see very well just how broad Lavnadim is -- and just how pregnant Yuliana's supposed friend is; with the eyes of the crowd burning into them, they pile back into their van, and tear away. Left on the bitumen is a single, sad syringe, full of potent drugs to knock even the most superhuman of targets to the ground.
And hearing that van tear away, Yuliana sinks, still grasping Eight's hands. At a far more normal volume, she chokes out: "Holy shit..."
It's not nearly as much as a rush when they want to shove you into the back of the van, is it, Yuliana?
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Eight's definitely not in on this; it's not her style. If it ever becomes her style, she trusts that one of her friends will tell her it shouldn't be. But in the meantime, she's a quick thinker, and luckily Yuliana picks up what she's putting down.
Lavhi on the other hand has to go through a lot of emotions in a brief time: protectiveness over a random woman in peril; surprise that it's Yuliana; anger that it's Yuliana, protectiveness over Eight who is now involved; surprise that Yuliana is being so normal about it... And many more.
"Yuliana," Eight says first, "Likewise, I am so glad you could make it!" She holds Yuliana's hands a little harder than is strictly necessary, surely just because she's worried about her being dragged away. "Any day now!" she agrees, and if she's a little loud too, that's fine.
Lavhi eyes the man in the van--until they all pile back in, and leave. He smiles to someone watching them. "...Are you all right?" he doesn't even sound begrudging about it.
Eight continues, "It's fine. They've left. They won't be back while you're with us." She can't believe she's trying to reassure Yuliana, but...
"You're fine." Her aura is uncomfortable, but manageable for Eight. She's never needed her Newtype abilities to be sure of Lavnadim's presence, anyway.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
Yuliana breathes more heavily than she could; she keeps grasping Eight's hands, tightly. Even if she's evidently trying to keep a lid on it, she's... shaken.
Imagine Yuliana being shaken?
"They didn't..." She starts to say, as she inventories herself to try and tell whether they did inject her with some drug or another. But she doesn't feel different, aside from the way her heart's racing, and -- well, that's perfectly normal.
The fins flapping behind her ears, and the way her jacket roils against her skin: also apparently normal.
She blinks at tears, welling up in her eyes. "I-- I didn't --" she starts, again. "And you -- why would you --" But she doesn't quite manage to let go, either.
"H...how long were they waiting for me to go to some backwater like this on my own so they'd have the opportunity...?" There, that's a full sentence, finally, good job. Still quite strained, still quite tense, but even if it trails at the end it's a complete statement. "Shit... just came out here to see how... ugh, I'm so stupid!"
Oh, no. She's crying.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Eight doesn't have to imagine Yuliana being shaken, apparently--and in this case, she can't really blame her. It's a frightening situation.
"...I will call someone to dispose of the syringe," Lavnadim says, frowning, as he looks over at it, beginning to pull his phone. He doesn't walk off to do it himself, though; instead, he regards Yuliana's fins.
Eight, on the other hand, looks for Yuliana's eyes. "Nobody deserves that," Eight says, resolute, and she knows in the moment that that even includes her worst enemy.
"Hey," Eight says. "It's all right. We were here this time. But not even people as strong as us can get by on our own. We--"
She pauses, apparently uncomfortable, for a moment. "Gh. Anyway. Come on, let's get out of the... street."
Lavnadim never did quite get to his phone, instead putting it away to step around and ensure no one else is coming, before he looks to Yuliana. "...It is fine," he says. "I will... protect you."
If he sounds a little like he just saw a weird bug when he says that, it's probably fine.
Eight is reaching for some tissues.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
Yuliana's eyes are pupilless, these days, but the fear in them is evident anyway. She didn't expect something this flagrant to happen, even if she's done it to other people so many times. How could it happen to her?
"I don't need--" you? help? your help? Whatever it is Yuliana's trying to insist on in the wake of Lahvi's protection, she grimaces, a hair too close to a cringe, and cuts herself off. "S--sure," she says, instead, and if her voice hitches in saying it, it's just because she's a little choked up.
She follows Eight back, though she looks behind her, tears all balancing on her teal lashes. Of course she's nervous, and she frowns, before she looks back to find -- tissues???
She looks at them like they've grown another head (also made of tissues?), but after a moment's hesitation, she takes one anyway. She wipes her face, only to look over at Eight again, and all but whimper, "I don't get it. Why would you help me?"
Sniffle, sniff, she scrubs at her face. "You... you of all people?! You-- you get everything I don't get, a-and now you're out here, stopping the Republic from-- what's with you?! I don't get it! I just don't!"
Her voice hitches, and she scrubs at her eyes again. "Oh... oh, I mean... ugh, I'm not ungrateful, listen, it's just... I'm fine, I'm fine..." Is she, though???
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Lavhi does not insist upon it to Yuliana--he doesn't need to, since she comes around after all. But he is going to do what he said, in any case, and he stands quiet vigil over the two women as they speak.
Eight hands over the tissues. Then, "It's not because I like you," Eight admits.
Her, of all people. She gets...?
"What do you mean?" Eight wonders. Then, she shakes her head. "Look. I'm helping because it's the right thing to do. I can't just stand by and let the Republic take someone, regardless of our relationship. ...I don't think you're fine. I think you--"
Eight stops short suddenly and lets out a noise of pain, stumbling for a moment. Lavhi is there to catch her, though Yuliana might do it first--and he looks at her in alarm. "Eight??"
"Ow," the blonde says, suddenly reaching behind her to hold her back. "Ugh. I mean--Yuliana, it's--"
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"Well-- good," Yuliana grumbles, roughly. "Don't think I like you, just because you happened to catch me in such an embarrassing situation..."
... it's embarrassing for an unmarked van to pull up and try to kidnap you?!
But it's the right thing to do, is it? Yuliana grunts, scrubbing at her eyes. If the Republic took her, then, she --
Yuliana doesn't get to finsh that thought, though, because Eight stumbles. "You?!" She barks, and she is, indeed, right in front of Eight -- and finds herself in the dubious position of catching one of her worst enemies so she doesn't topple onto the pavement.
"I didn't do anything!" She yelps, high and defensive -- but she at least waits for Lahvi to get a grip on Eight before she backs away, hands up. "Not this time!"
Not that she'd normally shy away from taking responsibility for Eight getting hurt -- generally, she's a big fan of that -- but not right now, not with the way Eight currently is. All those things denied her, things Eight has... children, amongst them.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
"Embarrassing?" Eight says, with a lift of her eyebrow. That's not what she would call that. However, she doesn't get to argue the point too much. Mostly because she stumbles, and Eight finds herself caught by Yuliana, of all people.
"You didn't," Lavhi confirms, and reaches out to hold Eight in place. Eight leans on him heavily. 'This' time, of course.
"Sorry," Eight says. "Just--suddenly--" After about thirty seconds from the initial 'ow', she relaxes some, shaking her head. "Was that a...?"
Lavnadim looks concerned. "Maybe," he says. He hesitates--and then looks to Yuliana. "It is indeed 'any day now'," he explains. "Come, let us find a place to sit down--"
"Aaaah--" Eight can't keep silent for this one, either, and Lavnadim has to actually exert some effort to hold her up this time.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
It's deeply embarrassing.
Yuliana frowns, seeing Eight relax -- when she relaxes. She glances at a watch on her wrist, briefly. "Any day now, huh," she says, as she works past her own horror to put the pieces together. The shock of it all --
"Ah, goddamnit," Yuliana grumbles, burying her face in a hand for a moment. She sweeps it away, brushing back her bangs, even as she remembers to fold her fins out of sight behind her ears.
"That's three minutes, maybe three and a half. You don't need to sit down, you need to get to the hospital." She looks over to Lavnadim, and asks him, directly: "You got a car?"
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Eight and Lavhi are both a little more focused on Yuliana at the moment rather than the time, but Lavhi at least is starting to think the same thing that Yuliana is. Which is not a comfortable realization!
"Fuck," Eight says eloquently, when she realizes that Yuliana is right. "Now!?"
Lavnadim shakes his head. "I do not." And they are some distance from the hospital. Eight leans harder on Lavhi. "Lavhi, I--"
Her breathing is starting to pick up. That might not be the most ideal sign of her mental state.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"For fuck's sake," Yuliana exclaims, throwing her hands up. For once, she and Eight are united in saying the fuck word! Not in anything else, though. "That's the problem with these damn space tubes, you think you don't need transport because there's only so far to drive --" But Eight's starting to hyperventilate, and mercifully, Yuliana cuts off her bigoted tirade about the foibles of space living.
"Just -- get her up, follow me," she sighs, talking to Lahvi more directly, now. She turns and goes back out to the street -- a daring move, considering what just happened walking down it.
Luckily for them, there's a pedestrian crossing; Yuliana hits the button, and the light goes red. But she doesn't cross the street. No, she goes around to the the driver-side door of the sedan which stopped to let her cross, and plants her foot on it, the car rocking with the impact. "Hey, you!" She barks, as she hikes her skirt up --
-- and pulls out a handgun, pointing it into the window instead of out. She takes a step back as she demands: "Get out of the car! Hands up!"
Yuliana isn't a cop any more, but she still has the cop voice, authoritative and demanding and issuing plain instructions with the barrel of a gun.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Definitely not in anything else.
"We were--on a walk!" Eight starts to complain, but Yuliana at least does cut herself off. Lavnadim instead does gather Eight up and half-carries her out towards the street. "I could call someone," he starts, and then Yuliana--
"You cannot simply jack a man to get what we need!" Lavhi starts, sternly.
Eight goes '!?', staring for a moment at Yuliana with the gun and the man. "--"
"Aaaah!" She doubles over again, "Just bring him with us!"
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"Relax," Yuliana replies to Lavnadim, both without missing a beat and without taking her eyes off the man scrambling out of the car, "I'm a lesbian. Lucky for you, I'm a lesbian with a gun. Get in!"
Her lips curl, as she looks at the man who is currently in quite a panic, and grumbles: "Fine, you too, get in the back."
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" He yowls, as he scrambles to follow the instructions of the woman pointing a gun at him really he's having the worst day right now.
"Miracle of life, for some reason fucking some of us get to have kids even though we all went through those experiments, whatever," Yuliana says, piling into the driver's seat. "Don't pull any shit," she warns the poor man who owns the car, "I'm having a REAL bad day, and I am NOT above splattering mom over there with your fucking brains."
As soon as Eight's piled in -- oh, and Lahvi too, sure -- something black and awful whips out to grasp the stick and move the vehicle back into gear. If she has any thought free for it, Eight may realise, here, just how she operates her eight-legged wanzer: because her tentacles grasp the clutch, hands grasping the wheel.
The good news is that this gives her extraordinary control of the car, weaving out through the sparse traffic of Magallanica.
... and whether it's bad or better news, she's absolutely not obeying the speed limit.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
"What?" Lavnadim asks Yuliana. "I do not see what lesbianism has to do with--"
The man is in a panic, and Lavhi decides to focus on him instead. "I apologize for her. But we do need transport as quickly as possible. My wife is having her babies!"
"Oh--" Eight gets it, suddenly, the way Yuliana has been. She looks to the man whose car it is and gives him a lopsided smile. "We'll compensate you," she assures him.
Lavnadim has a perfect view of Yuliana's tentacle driving because the only space left for him is in the front with her. "I still do not see what lesbians have to do with jacking," Lavhi frowns, but he looks over his shoulder, reaching out an arm for Eight's hand. "It is all right. She will get us there quickly."
Eight smiles, pained, and takes Lavhi's hand. "Yuliana," she says. "I'm sorry. I wasn't sure I'd be able to, myself--"
The man is probably going to remember this day for a while.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
Babies, plural. "Shit," Yuliana says, again, and shifts the car into a higher gear. She promises no compensation to the man who is deeply harried behind her.
He at least manages to squeak out: "C--co--congratulations..." But he's quite shellshook by this whole thing. Luckily, that means he's unlikely to try and hold Eight's hand; she'd crush it easily.
"Seriously, York?!" Yuliana tosses over her shoulder, as she swerves past a hatchback, sweeping into the wrong lane for a moment before moving back in. "You fuck this guy?!"
She clicks her tongue to her teeth. "It's not fair," she hisses, as she pushes the pedal further down. "I can't even fucking have kids, and you're out here having multiple? My wife said my body's under too much stress even now I've stopped half my meds, keeps putting a stop to it, and -- shit, even if someone does try to grow, my body's changed too much to let them! Goddamnit!"
Lahvi, an engineer, might appreciate the fine modulation she's applying to what otherwise appear to be a completely flat-out dash: she's not looking back to Eight, but she does glance down at the instruments on the dashboard, and whenever those needles dip too far into the red she gives the engine just enough slack to recover. This is just a normal car. Pushing it to go as fast as it could go would soon result in the engine failing, if it didn't crash, first. Yuliana's too good a pilot to crash, but she's good enough at this not to overload the engine, either.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Congratulations! "Thank you," Eight says to him, wan. Then, "It's 'Orlodhari' now!" about her name. "And OFTEN!" she claims, through another contraction. "So much, you wouldn't even BELIEVE--"
"Eight," Lavnadim starts, and Eight continues, "Besides, English is his second language!"
But Yuliana starts to explain. Eight winces, not from pain this time, as she hears about it. "I had to stop most of my meds too," Eight says.
But Lavhi does appreciate that Yuliana really seems to know what she's doing with the car. He lifts an eyebrow. "...Well," he says, "At least you are a good driver."
He looks back to the man, "If she destroys your car we will replace it."
Then back to Yuliana, "--Oh! Oh I understand now. You were referring to a different meaning of 'jack'! Yes most lesbians would not need such a skill."
Eight smiles with her teeth.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"Oh, shit, really? Congratulations. And sure, on the sex, too," Yuliana rolls with the revelations easily enough. Because, of course, she has to insist: "But this strain of English is my fourth language, and you don't see me falling on my face!"
Being fair, she started speaking OCU English when she was a child, and she's something of a linguistic genius besides. It's not really fair to compare her performance to anyone else. ... but since when has Yuliana ever been fair?
About as often as the world has been fair to her. "And look at you, all well-adjusted and shit, just lord it over everyone, why don't you!" Yuliana can't imagine someone being -- like Eight is without taking eight pills to make it happen. It feels like a personal attack against her, honestly.
(This whole thing feels like a personal attack, now.)
But then, finally, Lahvi catches up, and Yuliana bursts out laughing. Somehow, this doesn't result in her crashing the car, even as she swerves around a truck which DEFINITELY didn't see her before it started turning. "Hahahaha-- fuck-- fuck you, don't DO that while I'm driving, God Zentradi are the best of us --" She was just yelling at him for not knowing things, now she's calling him the best?!
She changed her mind. That happens. A lot.
The hospital was some ways away -- but she pulls into the Emergency bay, and it's only working the brakes before she gets to the stop that stops Eight from being thrown around too grievously when they stop.
"All right, all right, just stay there a sec," she says, as she picks up her gun -- and marches in through the sweeping doors, entirely too quickly for anyone to stop her from her next bright idea.
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
"Thank you," Eight answers, somewhat mollified, but, "And it's really good sex too--"
Lavnadim does not comment on this. In this moment he's still thinking about the whole 'jacking' thing until he gets it. But Eight does, "Some of us don't speak fifteen languages!"
Eight is pretty well-adjusted, as it happens. "That's not what I meant!" Eight answers, and Yuliana is driving her more than a little crazy until--
Until Lavhi catches up. He does seem proud of himself after that. He lifts an eyebrow though. And then, "Oh yes, your wife is Meltrandi--"
They pull into the bay, and Eight isn't thrown around too badly. She does in fact stay there a moment. Lavhi turns to the man. "Thank you for your assistance," he says, and he starts to step out of the car, coming around to get Eight's door, though they do in fact wait as asked before EIght gets up.
"What do you think she's doing now?" Eight wonders, and then can't answer her own question because the next contraction starts.
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"I mean, yeah, a guy that size? If you're into guys, I mean..." Yuliana isn't about to say that Eight's taste in Zentradi is bad. Look at who she married! All ten metres of her!
"V chuzhoy monastyr' so svoim ustavom ne khodyat," Yuliana snaps out, when it comes to the amount of languages they don't speak. Literally, she tells them not to go into someone else's monastery with their own rulebook; figuratively, it's a line more along the lines of: "You know, when in Rome, you really ought to do as the Romans do." ... how nice of her to translate!
"She is!" Yuliana chirps, when Lahvi remembers her own wife, and it's the most cheerful they've heard her all day.
Tragically, it can't last. There's the sound of shouting, inside the hospital -- before Yuliana comes out, pointing a gun behind her and wheeling out a wheelchair in front of her. "Take this," she says, parking it in front of the back seat. "She won't be walking far as she is."
There are, of course, men in black vests following her out, but she steps away from the car to lead them to the side of the hospital. "You got a problem?!" She snaps, at them. "Leave me alone! Let me do a good thing for once in my fucking life, goddamn!"
"All right," the woman approaching first says, "I believe you, but first you have to put the gun down..."
Anyway, she's obviously going to have a lot of fun with security, but someone checks in with Eight too: "What's going on, ma'am?"
<Pose Tracker> Eight Orlodhari has posed.
Eight doesn't have another answer on Lavhi for the moment; instead, "I'm not sure how that applies," Eight answers Yuliana flatly. ...But at least they get a cheerful moment out of her with Lavhi remembering Yuliana's wife. They glance at each other, for a moment.
There's the wheelchair. "Yuliana, you could've just asked," Eight starts, but Lavnadim has no time for such things and instead picks Eight up to place her in the wheelchair, even as the men in black vests follow her out. Yuliana steps away, and--
"Long story short," Eight says, "She just helped me get to the hospital after some people tried to abduct her. I'm Captain Eight Orlodhari. Please go easy on her if you can; she's under a lot of strain and her paranoia is getting to her."
Lavnadim looks to the man whose car they stole, "My apologies for this."
"Oh, right," Eight says, "And please take good care of this man, it's his c-aaaaaaar!"
"Hurry!" Lavhi says, "I must hurry!"
He starts to wheel Eight up into the hospital immediately. "Thank you Yuliana and goodbye!"
<Pose Tracker> Yuliana Kafim has posed.
"Idiot," Yuliana condemns Eight not knowing how her obvious wisdom applies. "But I'll let you off the hook, considering the situation. Just don't die in the back there, my training did not cover this shit."
Apparently, her training applies in a specific way to this situation -- or, as Eight notices, it might be paranoia. And, indeed, that does seem to be the message she's sending to the security guard: "If you think I trust you for a minute--"
The man whose car was stolen looks awfully faint, and he just kind of nods, to Lahvi. "S...sure..." He'll at least be no trouble, though he might be another patient, given all the shock he's under.
"DON'T THANK ME!" Yuliana yells back to Eight, hearing her making her exit.
Ugh, and now she has all these problems...
... well, at least one of them will get to birth their own children.