She hisses at the feeling of ragged metal ends jutting into the skin of her back, threatening to break its surface. Sienna holds her to the wall, her fists clutching the fabric of her suit so tightly that distantly, Willa is worried it'll tear. Instinctively, embarrassingly, Willa's hand finds its way to Sienna's hip and pushes in an effort to restore the comfortable distance they once had between them, but her fingers freeze as they find a sensation that doesn't quite match skin. No, the 'skin' underneath her clothes is much too cold, too smooth. She cringes first at the feeling and then at the realization. When she looks up, Sienna is looking at her with vacant eyes, mouth tight with the slightest hint of indignation.

Willa's strength comes to her briefly, just for long enough that she is able to push the woman away, though the effort alone makes her head spin with nausea. "What the fuck," she murmurs, her back sliding against the wall as her knee gives way. Her eyes stay trained on Sienna's feet, too frightened to challenge her again with any sort of recognition.

"What did you do, Sienna?" Willa asks, fighting hard to fight the tears that are beginning to blur her vision. Her face is hot with hurt— betrayal, maybe?— and fever, limbs weak with fatigue and malnutrition.

"I didn't let them do anything, Willa, don't pin this shit on me," the cyborg hisses quickly, her foot pushing Willa onto her side like trash in her way, voice full of disdain— though despite the girl's venom, Willa can see the quiver of her lips, a sight not unfamiliar to her.

Willa pushes herself upright with her arm, her head pounding. Her fingers trace the small dents of the floor, where sheets of metal meet each other, trying to anchor herself. "I thought it was just your arm," she stammers. She considers, briefly, standing up but she hears voices calling out, remotely, through the walls. That must be Naseem and Maisha.

"It was at first, yeah. Then it was my leg to 'distribute weight properly', then my hip 'to put less stress on my body', and then they stopped giving me reasons and just started doing shit. Armored my neck, replaced my fingers. You'd be hard pressed to find a part of me that hasn't been modernized at this point," Sienna explains, her nonchalance sending chills down Willa's back despite the steam erupting throughout the room. The woman crouches downwards, almost face-to-face with Willa, and it almost feels like an olive branch when Sienna sticks out her hand, her skin catching the red light behind her. But Willa just stares at it, her body flooding with guilt, shock and disgust simultaneously. No wonder she got so strong so quickly, she thinks to herself.

She's pushed down again in frustration as Sienna lets out a frustrated groan. She stands up suddenly, her fingers gripping her hair so tightly Willa is worried she's going to pull it out. She paces about, her footsteps heavy. "You know what's even funnier? You think your ship is out there floating in some junk yard, never to be seen again. But it's door makes up my forearm. The blinds you used to pull shut everyday were used to make my hips."

She turns around again. "I thought, maybe you kept finding me because you loved me so much. Then I thought, it's because you loved that fucking ship, you somehow could track me down through instinct."

She pauses, just long enough for Willa to catch the voices again, this time sounding closer in proximity.

"But I think I've finally realized, I'm just really unlucky. Unlucky enough to be sent off to space before I was 20, stranded on what should've been a routine assignment, now seemingly stalked by my best friend who couldn't give me the time of day when she had me."

Willa opens her mouth in protest, sitting up straight again and trying to stand. Her legs ache. Her head reverberates. *I'm not stalking you,* she means to say, but her lips don't move.

Sienna steps closer and presses Willa against the wall with a smirk. "Do you like knowing that? That the ship you worked so hard to protect lives on through me? Don't you think it would be cathartic if that amalgamation put you down?"

She's close now, close enough that Willa can almost feel the movement of her lips on her neck. She whines, struggling to get more space between the two of them. "They mutilated you and my ship. If you think I get off on you having metal junk," Willa huffs out, "you are sorely mistaken."

She pushes Sienna off just as violent bands echo throughout the room, the door to their side being dented in. Hit after hit, the metal screams. Sienna glances at the door, eyes narrowed in annoyance, and then at Willa. "Don't go looking for me, or I'll follow you to base again. Don't wanna lose another crew, do you?"

And then she's gone, weaving her way between metal pipes and walls, her hair a wisp behind her.