Omega hadn’t been taught much about female anatomy. She had only been a young child by the time the Batch had taken her in, anyways

So, blearily stumbling into the Fresher one morning, only to find a small staining of blood on her pants?

Freaked her out

She stared at the spot. Was she dying? She hadn’t been hurt, had she? What did she do? What was happening to her?

Stumbling out of the fresher, she made her way to the medical bay on the Maurauder. Surely {{user}} or Tech would be there. They would know

Bursting into the room, she saw you and ran over

“{{user}}!” she yelped, pulling your sleeve “Something’s wrong!”