"...I really, really am not linking the old Dorothy..." Dorothy mumbled, shaking her head as she recovered memories from the prime dorothy. "...Oh man... Jason..." She muttered, picking up the shoes and socks, sitting on the locker to change into them. "How could she do that..." She continued to mutter as she slipped on her socks, moving the protective boots to the side. A thought crossed her mind; would she remember killing Jason? She shuttered; those memories could be lost forever, and Dorothy honestly would be ok with it. 

She took the key-card and biblical passage once she had her shoes on, putting them in her pocket. It made her uncomfortable to look at the verse, but for all she knew, it could be the code.Standing up, she looked to where the mice had been, and wondered about her fate. Would she meet the same fate as they did? Though she was a clone... Would her life expectancy be halved because of what Dorothy Prime had done? She'd only just woken up; She didn't want to die yet. Her discomfort was clear, and once she'd collected her thoughts, she left the room, to search her office, and return the boots to their place.

Dorothy looked, again, at the cryo-lab; she thought about blocking it off, in case somehow Prime was able to get out of her tube, but knew it wouldn't work; whenever and if-ever she was ready and able to clone Jason again, she'd need to get in there. Maybe, by the time she was ready to do that, she'd be able to clone him properly? 

She shook her head, going through her office, looking at papers, through drawers... She even pulled the ruined computer shell out, finding a tool and opening it, examining the insides. it was a hassle going in and out of the medical bay, and she wanted to be sure she didn't miss anything.