Molly's eyes were a continuous back-and-forth dance between the lucent screen of her tablet and towards where her right ankle was nervously jittering, bobbing up and down. From where she was sat, slumped in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, an elbow propped on the chair arm and her mouth smushed tightly against her fist, Molly felt both entirely closed off and guarded from the discussion around her and yet also entirely open to it, ears pricked to every detail and discrepency conversed, trained as she was to recieving and recording information. It was her job after all, 'exactly right' Molly thought to herself, brow furrowing slightly, 'its my job, to handle this...Molly you're a fucking adult, act like one...'

She pulled herself up to sit in the chair, back straight and crossed leg coming down to rest next to the other, and brought a hand down to the tablet in her lap, swiping a finger across the screen to again check the strength of the recording she was taking of the ongoing meeting. This was her job, communications, it was wires and talking and taking minutes, so you could forgive her for still being shook up over the incident...

She wasn't a Doctor, or some seasoned Security grunt, the strongest smell she had ever known was the burning stench of melted motors from data overuse, nothing could have prepared her for the grotesque, overwhelming stink of torn flesh smeared all across the Cafeteria, that stark unforgiving stench. Molly squeezed her eyes tightly for what felt like a few seconds, when she opened her eyes it seemed that the short and concise meeting had reached it's end. She peered around the room, her eyes falling on the hastily retreating form of the Engineer who had spoken. With a start, she rose from her seat, tapping the screen of her tablet to cease recording, and strode across the room towards the door, tablet grasped tightly in one hand.

Skirting smoothly around the three men moving towards the exit, offering a short nod to Dr. Whiteshorn, Molly exited the room and looked down the corridor to her left, spying the stocky build of the Engineer making a slow amble down the passageway. "Valdez." she called, voice firm and sharp, and made the few short strides to stand before him. She brought her tablet up to rest in the crook of her elbow, swiping her free hand across the screen once more. Eyes flicking between the screen and Valdez's face Molly said, "I need you to write up a full maintenance report, with exact detail of the damage. Corporate will need to recieve every detail."

With one last tap, she brought up Valdez's public file on the screen of her tablet, and lifted her eyes to regard the man with an air of patient expectancy.