"Eeugh," Dorothy shivered as she looked at dorothy Prime, averting her eyes to the keyboard and screen behind the tubes. She wondered why her twin wasn't in a deeper hibernation, but figured that it was due to the fact she was in an incubator, and not cryogenically frozen. Her eyes turned to the liquid oxygen, wondering if that's where she came from for a moment before focusing on the data presented in front of her.

The unopened tube was primed for a cloning, and Jason's DNA was already in, it seemed. Considering that there were already three dead jasons Dorothy knew about, She was tempted to make another one, but her mind flicked back to whoever wrote to her on the screen. If it was yet another Jason- and, she honestly wondered at this point why Dorothy Prime couldn't keep a Jason alive-then making another copy would be redundant, and cause even more confusion for her. At this point, she was getting less and less enthused about the whole cloning thing; It made her head hurt, and she could hardly keep every jason straight. It was, she had to admit, a little humorous; if there was someone to listen, she'd probably crack a joke and apologize profusely after, all while trying not to snicker.

She decided to save the tube, until she knew who was in need of a copy and who wasn't. Why waste a tube and cause more confusion, Dorothy reasoned, when you might not have to? Shaking her head, she started out, glancing back out at Dorothy Prime again. Knowing what she'd done made her all the more difficult to look at. She wondered how she could even face her own reflection at this point.

She set all of the Cryo-gear back, looking again at her Broomstick. Considering that she was in a test, and that whatever threat there was didn't seem to be the kind that she'd even be able to use the stick on, she used it to keep the Cryo-lab shut, in the off chance that something happened with Prime.Her mind kept going over everything that she'd learned, causing Dorothy to wonder if she was going to be able to keep everything straight mentally. Deciding to not risk it, she grabbed a pen, a clipboard, and a large amount of empty papers- Or, whatever empty papers she could find- from her office, and wrote everything down. Her handwriting was large and unpracticed, but readable; a stark contrast from the small and messy words that were written on the other papers, presumably by the first Dorothy. On the back of the page where she had been putting possible codes and other information that seemed important, she started making a crude map of what she knew in the station; many blanks remaining as she scrawled the medical bay, bridge, her lab, and the engineering room, labelling them, and marking where, roughly, she'd seen bodies, and blood. 

With that settled, she started back out, resolving herself to go back into the medical bay to search for the code. Her pace sped up whenever she was near a window, or other reflective surface, as she didn't want to even catch a look at herself. The idea to change her hair passed through her mind, but she figured she'd save it until after she knew she was ok, and who was running the "test". She was fond of her hair as it was, but it reminded her far too much of Dorothy Prime. 

She made a face as crawled through the access shafts again, straining herself to make her decent into the medical bay as safe as she could, due to the roller chair that she'd left in place. Mentally cursing herself, she managed to not die, though she landed on the chain, fell on her butt, and kicked the chair forcefully away. She sat there for a moment, calmly dealing with her frustration at her own actions and thoughtlessness, before getting up and dusting herself of, checking for injuries before entering the bloodied room once more.