"I'm going inside," Hana muttered to Raiden, waving him off before he could offer to massage her brow.
She walked back into the cool, shadowed depth of the den, the heavy pneumatic doors sealing out the noise of the drones. Her head was splitting.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Hana approached the secondary medical storage unit, her fingers tapping the biometric lock.
She bypassed the advanced surgical trays and opened the minor pharmaceutical compartment, her eyes scanning the rows of unlabeled, high-tech capsules from her past world.
She grabbed a small, translucent blue vial from the sector marked for neural relief, popped two round pills into her palm, and swallowed them dry.
Finally, she thought, leaning back against the steel casing of the locker, waiting for the synthetic blockers to numb her headache.
But within three minutes, the effect wasn't a cooling numbness.
