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Cold. The room was colder than 17 remembered. Her body ached, her hand burned, and there was another being in her cage. There breath was warm, indicating their need for heat. The cell must be torture for them to be in.

17 blinked away the concussion and believed she must have been seeing things. This was not her cage. This was not her room temperature. And he was not suppose to be there. 17 was sure she never had a cellmate or him for that matter, for it was not her cell. He knew that.

Kaang had watched the Oomans shoot 17 with small tubes, repeatedly. She still had not given up and when all the guards were dead did automatic guns shoot from the walls till the female practically looked like an Earth Porcupine, all before her hand could clasp the button to his freedom.

17 knew why she was in the room, and every attempt she made to leave was failure. They kicked the ant right back under the boot. Though she was ready to crawl out of the cracks in the scientist shoes and leave, but now she was planning on leaving with the whole hive, her hive, not the Xenos. The scientist were ready to test human and alien interaction. After the woman's little stunt they continued to push the cold levels in cell up everyday. The evil men were punishing her and testing the predators resilience. The winter weather kept biting him like a rabid dog and it was starting to nip at her own ankles. Anyone could tell the male was cold blooded, he needed heat, or he would die.

17 had glimpsed him on more than one occasion shaking in his sleep, trying to find warmth in the corner of the room, the only corner that had one none opaque wall. 17 knew where he had gotten his heat before her ass was tossed into the snake cage with him. Pushing against the glass wall that used to separate them, trying to seep in her own heat.

The fighter just let him be, she wasn't cold hearted, but she wasn't about to snuggle up to an Alien that might think her motives are to end him, plus they mostly ignored the other. When it was time to eat though, that was a different story. The lab coats had them sharing food like a flock of vultures, and the bastards knew.