Teresa's eyes opened, silver once again as the night ended before she shut her youki down, and stared at the ceiling. White and sterile. She was once again reminded of the starkness of the barracks when she was but a whelp. The way her left arm ached easily brought the memories to the fore of her mind.

It had been over a decade since reattaching a limb had been anything like that. The lingering pain, the weakness as she could barely lift it... She closed her eyes and counted to one hundred before sitting up. Slowly curling and uncurling her fingers, Teresa pulled the sleeve of her shirt up to look over the limb and a barely noticeable line visible that slowly faded away.

She hide her sword before the handler came in and allowed herself to be lead to the cafeteria. Her ribs ached, a lot of her ached, but nothing ached more than that arm. It hung down at her side, almost as if it was dead, as she scanned the room looking for Lelouch.

It was when she was on her way to the food line, passing by a blonde facing away from her, that she felt it. Youma. A familiar one, too. Stopping, silver eyes flickered over to see the youma from the Sun Room. It didn't matter to Teresa that she'd been brainwashed, but that she'd hit her with a large, screeching, metal beast which made her loose the arm.

Turning smoothly, she roughly grabbed the back of the youma's head and slammed it as hard as she could with her reduced, but still impressive, strength into the table and tray before her.

[faceslam approved by mun]