'How long had it been?' Her wide eyes scan the messy console's and cluttered floor for any fallen 'buoy's', there had to be one around with a few knots left...
Kat looked at the mess, "[b] Damn, fuck, shit!"[/B] she curses in frustration while banging on her surrounds. She had made some exceptional progress in the last 68 hours thanks to the driving focus and aid to concentration that the drugs had supplied, but now as they wore off and she came down it had the opposite effect.

Kat had spent at least a solid hour just staring at cables, and about one or two before that simply pulling unnecessary things apart. She was getting easily agitated and managed to admit to herself that no more progress would be made today.
Food, oh she needed food so badly!

Not considering her inappropriate attire Kat snaps down her wielding goggles to hide her eyes and slides very ungracefully out of her frame.
She ignores anyone she passes being in no frame of mind for conversation. Upon reaching the kitchen she pours herself a bowl of cereal, having no idea what time of day it was. Before the spoon could even reach her mouth Kat passed out on the table.