"Please don't kill me." Perhaps not the words Walter was expecting to hear. He even gave her a strange look from the mat they stood on. Onora tied her hair up and patted her sides awkwardly. She had managed to hunt out some clothes suitable for fighting, for training in. But she still felt rather uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she wasn't in tune with the training side of things. Fighting, was something she wasn't fond of, or had an interest in at all. Sure, she understood everyone needed to know some basic self-defence, but even still...she was truthfully starting to regret choosing Walter as a partner. She had no one else, but him. But he stood there staring at her, waiting clearly for her to make the first move. Like everyone else, Walter was wearing clothes to better suited the moment at hand. For the moment his hands were in his jogging trouser pockets, showed how much he took her seriously as an opponent.

"You're safe," Walter said after a few moments of silence had passed. The only sounds were the others training around them, sounds of people hitting the mats, and feet pattering around.

Onora scrunched her face up, "There's nothing safe about this." Training or not, nothing was safe. What, because she'd be landing on a cushioned mat instead of the cold, hard floor, this was deemed safe? She thought not. So far, they were the only two who hadn't started 'fighting'. There was a brief introduction to what the security team decided to teach, everyone was acceptant, no questions asked, and they did participate, only to end up stopping and walking about giving pointers if needed.

They had of course said something to them, but neither had moved. Onora didn't honestly want to fight Walter, she didn't want to run at him with the intention of hitting him. She knew that was the whole point of it, of this. But she still didn't want to physically hit Walter, that's if she could even get close to him to actually land a hit. He was quicker, and stronger, reflexes far outdid hers...so she already knew she was on the losing end of this all. But, as he did point out, he couldn't watch out for everyone, how was that fair?

"I don't want to hurt you."

Walter smiled lightly, he tilted his head to the side slightly. "You won't hurt me." He said quietly, watching as her shoulders loosened, she was standing tensing and fidgeting from foot to foot. He believed this was the one thing which was bothering her, Walter was tempted to state that though he probably could get hurt, he wouldn't feel pain. Pain was an illusive feeling which Walter was lacking. "Likewise, I won't hurt you." He took a step forwards, his bare foot making the slightest of sounds against the mat, along with making the smallest indent as he distributed his weight. "Don't just stand there, Onora." Walter said while he continued moving slowly forwards, she winced and hunched her shoulders up. Walter raised an eyebrow, he sighed and stopped creeping forwards. "Come here," he held a hand out to her, Onora seemed to think over this too much before slipping her hand into his. Walter tugged her forwards, she faltered a little yet stopped short before almost colliding with him. He took her hand, he curled her fingers and looked at her seriously. "Clench your hand," she did so, making a small fist which sat in his hands. He pointed to her thumb, "Don't tuck your thumb in, not unless you want to potentially break it." He made sure her thumb was pressed against her fingers, Onora just nodded at him, she raised an eyebrow though when he held his hand up. "Punch."

"I don't want to punch you..."

Walter pressed his lips into a thin line. "You're not going to learn, if you don't do anything. Punch," he said again while placing his other hand to her shoulder and nudging her a step back or two. Walter just nodded, Onora looked uncertain yet did as he asked. He rolled his eyes, she raised an eyebrow. Walter shook his head, "Again." She sighed and sagged her shoulders, "Again." He pressed while she stood back upright and did so. "Turn with your arm, don't just strike out. Use your weight, but not too much that you lose your balance." Walter said while she parted her feet a little more and hit out again, his hand actually snapped back from the impact. Onora looked up at him with a surprised face, he smiled. "Better." The small smile which was on her face just grew, "Move." She frowned suddenly, only to yelp when Walter stepped forwards and made an attempt at hitting out at her. His movements were slowed down, so was the hit which he projected her way, so she had plenty of time to dodge and move to the side to avoid getting caught.

Walter fastened up eventually though, Onora seemed to instinctively pull her arms up to act as a guard without him even having to tell her. He smiled a little at that, though the action was hidden by the fact that his back was turned to her. She had just ran around him to avoid getting hit, he turned and simply walked after her. It seemed to cause her to frown and look rather worried. The fact that he moved so slow, yet was able to hit out so quickly was such a contradiction.

She flailed her arms when he eventually tripped her up. He grabbed a hold of her hand before she fully hit the mat. She opened one of her eyes and looked up at him with a thankful smile, she even sighed heavily before feeling the floor underneath her. Walter had lowered her down, she seemed to almost sink into the padding of the mat, he knelt down at her side. "You need to work on your footing." Walter said, Onora opened her eyes fully and looked at him. She placed her hands on her stomach and nodded slowly. "By that, I mean not just running away. When you stand and go to throw a punch, you need to stand properly. You're carrying all your weight in one place, that'll make it easy to take you down. Or trip you up, whichever whoever you're fighting against decides to go for." Walter said while looking up and around the room, by now most were either taking a break, or had vacated the room to shower and change.

"I vote to try and improve my footing another time." She actually lifted a hand from her stomach as if she was doing a real life serious vote.

Walter just looked at her hand before looking back down at her, he shook his head. "I vote to improve your footing while you are here." Onora inhaled deeply and sighed heavily. Walter clearly knew that it would take a lot to get her back in here, willingly that is. She was reluctant as it was to even attempt training, let alone returning to continue. "Come on," he held his hand out, she slipped hers into his grasp and got carefully pulled to a stand. He positioned her by his side and even nudged her legs gently with one of his feet, she would quickly jump in the air and change however she stood and get a nod. She'd then get prompted to try punching again, she didn't like it, but she did it. Onora ended up being the last person left in the training area, mainly because Walter seemed to have a perfectionist streak and wouldn't let her go until she had improved slightly each time.

"Seriously, no more..." She laid back on the mat, breathing heavily and waving a hand tiredly in the air. "I give up."

Walter shook his head, yet knelt by her side again. "You did well." He said, earning a tired smile from her. "Better than I expected," her smile slipped and a frown appeared on her face. Walter had accidentally offended, "Apologies."

She shrugged loosely, but didn't otherwise say anything which caused a frown to appear on his face too. He didn't want a grudge being held against him for such a silly thing. He had spied worse people attempting to fight and train in this room today, and she wasn't on the list. "I had a good teacher." She smiled and cracked an eye open, if only to see Walter looking puzzled. "What?"

"I do not believe I have ever taught anyone anything before." Not that he could recall, he blinked quickly and watched her suddenly sit up and appear in his line of vision. He shifted in his kneeling position, if only to edge a little backwards so that they weren't too close.

"You did well!" She laughed, using his words from a moment ago. Walter smiled, "Even if I think you did show off a few times." He frowned, and the smile faltered a little. "Sorry." Onora pulled her knees slowly to her chest and rested her arms over her knees. She saw it as equal rights to do what he basically did to her; not only compliment but also insult, slightly. "Come on," Onora patted him on the shoulder. "Let's get out of here. I for one would love that, you...not so much, I'm not sure." She looked up at him quizzically. When he just nodded, she nodded too. Glad to see someone agreed with her. She awkwardly walked, her muscles cramping and hurting, it surely looked like she was more limping than anything else. Yet, she still managed to get out of the training area, along the corridor before stopping. Walter stopped too, he looked worried, obviously thinking he had somehow hurt her. He was unable to harm people, but that still didn't mean indirect actions couldn't cause harm.

"Are you okay?" He asked when she just leaned a hand against the wall and bent over to rub at her legs. He looked her up and down, trying to figure out the problem. He hated to admit to her that if she ached now, she would probably feel worse tomorrow.

"I hurt, so no." Onora replied dryly, she looked up though and saw his expression. "Nothing to do with you. I'm just ridiculously out of shape," she commented with a smile, which she was. She didn't work out. She didn't go to the gym, or anything like that. So of course something like this was going to pull muscles, which she was certain had happened in her leg, if not both, and make her ache and feel exhausted.

"May I assist you then?" Walter asked, he couldn't just continue to let her limp along, that was just cruel.

"What?" She laughed and pushed away from the wall. "Are you going to carry me?" She laughed again and winced with nearly every step she took. Why did working out have to be so painful? Why did people put themselves through this? It hurt. She hurt. The thoughts in her mind just revolved around a relaxing bath and bed, screw even finding something to eat right now. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for months, maybe years.

"If that is what you require, then yes."

"I was joking!" Onora exclaimed, exasperated by Walter's inability to sense sarcastic jokes.

He tilted his head in thought, he also slid his eyes down to watch her. "I do believe you need some aid."

She paused, pouting and eventually letting out a whistle she looked up at him with crossed arms. "Piggy back?" Walter frowned, not getting it, it seems. She twirled her finger in the air, pushing down on his shoulders she managed to awkwardly jump up. He instantly wrapped his arms under her legs and then straighten up. She couldn't help but laugh and cling on, she highly doubted that when creating, or even designing Walter, that the need or moment of needing to piggy back someone would ever appear. She leaned her chin against his shoulder, her hands now resting more on his arms, there was no real need to even hold on, she knew full well he wouldn't drop her. "So this is the view from your height, huh?" Perspective was a little different with being higher up, that much she could admit.

Walter turned his face and looked at her, she tilted her head to avoid literally the possible bumping his nose against hers. "What's yours like?" Onora looked confused only to laugh when he paused walking and bent his knees to be roughly her height. "Limited view."

"Hey!" She hit him playfully on the shoulder, "Only because you are tall, does not mean you can mock those shorter than you! Limited view...limited view!" She repeated with an exclaim as she shook her head.

"Apologies, again."

"You're lucky I like you, Walter. Or else you'd be in trouble."

"How so?" He was curious.

"I'd be a lot more offended for one."

"Is that it?"

"I give a really good silent treatment."

"Curious." He said, turning silent like she did as he continued walking slowly along the bright corridor. "But would that be it?" She laughed and nodded before just leaning her head against his shoulder. Walter glanced at her, she was just watching the wall blandly pass by as they journeyed on. "I like you too," her face turned and looked at him interestedly. "So, I would be unhappy if you turned silent towards me."

"You can feel unhappiness then?" Onora asked, so much for the zero feelings thing.

Walter paused, a thoughtful look was on his face before he looked over his shoulder at her. "I think I would feel it, or at least my concept and understanding of it, if you were to not talk to me. If we were to lose contact, then yes, I think I would feel unhappy." And with that said he picked up walking again.

Onora just looked over his shoulder, looking up at him a few times before sighing. "I won't ignore you, Walter. So don't you worry."

"I am glad." He smiled thinly as he turned the corner, he managed to bypass most of who were hanging around the main living space. They did cast odd looks their ways, yet none seemed to comment. Onora couldn't help but roll her eyes, glad? Happiness? Was Walter certain he didn't have feelings or was he just in denial?

Regardless, she slid to the floor and almost fell when he let her down. He steadied her by grasping onto her shoulders. Her legs had gone numb from being carried. "I'm good, I'm good," she said quietly while opening the door to her room and peeking in with a sigh. Somewhere had never looked so welcoming before. Shaking her head, she looked back to Walter. He stood watching her curiously. "Thank you, Walter. For today, for the tips and for carrying me." Even though he didn't have to do any of it.

He smiled, "My pleasure." He leaned down when she waved a hand his way, Walter found himself wrapped up in her arms again. He responded by patting her back gently. Considering how many times she hit the mat, he didn't want to cause further harm by trying to be polite and returning the comforting gesture. He felt her hand gently stroke the back of his head, and much like last time she kissed his cheek as a way of thanking him, Walter didn't know. He did know however that the action caused her pulse to spike slightly and for him to find it a little amusing that such a simple action could cause such a reaction. People were a little interesting, it would be strange if he didn't find those around him curious, with all their different personalities, their quirks. He blinked, coming out from his thoughts when he realised that she hadn't entered her room, and her hands were just resting against his cheeks. Walter was confused, even more so when her lips seemed press up and softly against his. His lone reaction was nothing, he stood, still, and looking. That was it, that when Onora pulled away and saw how he was she started fumbling over words and sentences, half of which didn't make sense before she practically dived into her room, and slammed the door. It all happened so fast that Walter was left standing outside her door looking rather perplexed down at the space where she was just standing. He glanced at the door, half tempted to knock and get answers. Yet, with the way she looked flustered and sounded it, he got it; she was embarrassed, hugely it seemed, and because of that he decided to turn on his heels, and walk away. Something told him trying to get into her room, or even to see her now would cause more harm than good, and as established, the last thing he wanted was to be shut out. Walter frowned though, somewhere in his brain something did niggle, as in: his lack of reaction could've bought around the one thing he didn't want, and that was this silent treatment, being ignored by Onora and totally looked passed and over. He paused in his walk, half tempted to double back and go back to her room, surely she wouldn't do that over something so simple as a kiss, right?

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(A/N: Sorry for delay, I've not been too well; as in proper ill, and work, and one of my cats got killed...so right now I am as emotionally wrecked as possible. I started writing this before shit hit the fan, and as a way of distraction to get away from dwelling on the sheer suckiness of life, I finished it. So yeah....I might be a little delayed in updating again. But I will reappear, honest. Need to get my noodle straight and all that.)