@cosmosis: [So it occurred to me how long it's been since I've written anything at all. I need to start practicing again.]
With her body rapidly adjusting to the present dosage of the contacted neurotoxin, Trinity's catatonic state didn't last long. However, the assimilation process required more time to fully adapt to the new substance. The blood staining her epidermis was absorbed into her skin and the her body began pushing the toxin through her system. The first change was in the manifestation of symptoms. Catatonia faded, but was replaced by hallucination.
Her mind snapped to attention but she did not see Daltar the smuggler. Xiandra the huntress stood before her. She heard not the almost pleading words of comfort, but the rumble of the Ancient's beckoning when the huntress opened her mouth.
"Your bravado will not save you. Naive, to think your present weakness has overcome your conditioning. Foolish child. I will return your thought patterns to their rightful frequency."
"Tch!" Trinity scoffed, her face balling into a fierce scowl. With her mind she gave a thrust, looking to pin the advancing party against the oddly undulating wall. "I don't do bravado." Standing, she looked around but saw no trace of the Delosian nor Smiley. She crept slowly forward, frustration burning in her throat. "Where's my smuggler, where's my pet?" she demanded. Her face shone a distinctive red, as again she called Destructor's Might to her hand. Its characteristic glare reflecting on the surrounding area, the crimson plasma blade hummed a low harmonic threat.