[Sadrain]

November 30th, Chicago; Base. 12pm.

Elek grimaced, when she didn't reply to him, and his anger grew just a little more. Her punches he blocked or avoided easily, for now his powers going nowhere near her mind. He used to complain to his master, how all the images he saw were not of the current happenings, and the man had ruthlessly taught him to predict the move at least a second or three ahead. Elek noticed her body movement, how she began to move her shoulder or knee and figured where the attack would be aimed.

Amid the blocking, he also threw punches at her. Not to face, mostly chest and stomach area, few going to her sides. Elek kept moving back slightly, in circular motion, but suddenly, he swiftly moved to side and forward, launching few fierce, direct hits. Then he again retreated, still blocking and dodging as needed.

December 1st, Chicago; Base. 12:30AM.

"Thank you, I believe it will be so. And I am very glad to hear you're feeling better," Ryan told her honestly, smiling. He felt reassured on some level about his arm now, although, of course small doubt sat in corner of his mind, but he put it aside. The man felt good, great even, right now, except for slightly stuffed head.

"You should go back and sleep soon, though. You can walk back, right?" Worry shadowed his expression for a moment. "Do they treat you well here? Do you like it here, Alice?" Ryan's thoughts turned to the man who had visited him in cell. Ryan had heard rumors that he had spent a lot of time in her room... Were they indeed friends from earlier time? Or something more? What if she said now, that she missed him? "That all is not really of my concern, is it," Ryan tried to assure him self, but didn't manage to wholeheartedly agree.