[Isabel] Taking the air

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Who: Isabel
Where: Outside the medical facility
When: Early evening, day 21 (almost immediately after Back to the real world)
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete

Isabel burst into the fresh air outside the bunker and sighed with relief. She wasn't usually an outdoors person; the landscape around Roswell was pretty harsh and unforgiving, and she'd never got into the habit of really going out in it. Of course she'd spent a lot of time scrambling over rocks and through desert, but that had been out of necessity. This island was something quite different, something Isabel had yet to really appreciate, but no matter what the landscape was actually like it was much better than spending another minute in the bunker with that ridiculous Dr. McKay. Not even Nicholas had been that arrogant. After a moment's reflection, Isabel realised that she should be thankful that McKay wasn't an evil alien working for Kevar, the conqueror of her homeworld.

If homeworld it was. Earth had always been home. She'd never remembered much of her previous life, and what she'd been told of it by others she would rather have forgotten. But this place... it barely felt like Earth. She'd seen a lot of Earth over the last few years since leaving Roswell, but there was something very odd about this island. That might just be because of all the strange people who were stuck on it, and the Wraith attack, and...

Isabel sighed as she walked to the edge of the forest and leaned against a tree trunk in the shade just under the edge of the canopy. She didn't want to go too far in, as she'd heard some pretty scary tales from the other people about what they'd found amidst the trees. The night-time fight with the Wraith was quite enough for Isabel. She wondered where it had been that she'd killed that one Wraith. No hope of finding the spot; not that it would tell her anything useful. She remembered turning it to dust.

With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the bunker entrance. All was still and quiet - as quiet as a tropical island ever got, anyway. She could hear birds and the rustling of the trees, and the skittering of a few small things in the undergrowth. What was it about McKay? With any luck she wouldn't encounter him again for a while; at least not until she'd calmed down from his latest round of aggravation. Did he do it deliberately? Was he trying to drive her up the wall as a sort of punishment for what she'd done to Claire?

Almost on the heels of that question, she saw McKay emerge from the bunker and stride away, with the other man who'd been in the cafeteria with him. Neither of them saw her in her shadow, and she made no move to reveal herself. Just as well they were going somewhere, but even the sight of McKay's superior expression was enough to raise her irritation again. Not really knowing where they were going rankled more, although he'd said something about a place to hold prisoners. There was so much about this island she didn't know; twenty days most of the others had been here already, and so much had happened.

Against what they knew, what they had shared, she really was an outsider and a useless one at that. She kicked at a tree and managed to hurt the end of her foot.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed. "Can't I even take out my frustrations on a harmless tree now?"

She could, of course. She could blow the tree to splinters, and probably get a lot of those splinters stuck into her in the process. That wouldn't be a wise move.

OOC: This mentioned McKay and Methos heading off to the prison facility as they mentioned in Back To The Real World

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She was still limping, but she didn't need immediate support. Making her way outside, Ripley inhaled the rich scent of green growing things, unprocessed air, and lack of pollution. She loved it out here. And she was feeling a bit suffocated inside. She was told to build herself back up cautiously. Huh. Maybe she shouldn't coddle poor Kenzaki so much. Poor guy must feel like she did with her playing mama bear.

She'd waited until Methos had left with McKay. Oh, she didn't think he'd try to be overprotective or any such nonsense. Not after their delicious sparring match... which was in need of repeating when she was more sure of her side. No, his doctoring thing might have spurred him to try to tell her to take it easy if only for the sake of anyone else within earshot.

For now she found a nearby tree and stretched her arms up, to grab onto the lowest limb. Cramping pain shot outward from the area where she had been shot in the side. But she had a feeling it was healed, and the muscles needed to get used to movement again, cope with any scar tissue.

She gripped the branch, despite the pain, and did a chin up. Two, three, four. Her fifth was very shaky, and she let go, landing on her better leg as she bend over, massaging her side.

She was wearing one of Rose's tee shirts, which was a bit big on her. Rose explained it had been nothing but bad luck for her, so maybe Ripley would do better with it. The patters covering the entire thing was the flag of Britin. Union Jack, was the name. Her new pair of pants had been one of the former jailers. Belted tightly at the waist, as he had less hips than she did, but the length was right, if a bit loose in the legs.

She inhaled again, gaining some of the breath the pain had stolen. Standing up a bit, she cocked her head to the side and looked in the direction Isabel sat.

"What? Not even a good morning?"

Ripley kept her limp to a minimum as she deliberately worked the injured leg.

"You're the newest alien addition, right? I'm Ripley." She eased herself down to sit beside the other woman. Oh goody. Getting back up from the ground would really work those painful areas.