"....Holy hell..." Dorothy muttered, writing down the information she was collecting in the room on another sheet of paper, putting names to codes, and making a small with tallies in it to keep track of how many suspected copies of everyone were in existance, dead or not. She quietly prayed for there only to be one copy of everyone running around as she examined the tape once more, making sure to play the code over several times, writing it down correctly and labelling it.

"Hey, um, Whoever's there?" She spoke up, still unsure if anyone was watching her, finding her voice trembling and cracking a bit from the new change in volume. "I'm gonna go turn on the AI. If it's a mistake- um, If what the me on the tape worried about is true- would you please stop me!?" She cleared her throat, bringing a hand to it. "Also, I hope you guys recovered from whatever happened?" She looked back to the drawers, hoping that adding the last bit helped her case. Dorothy prime, from everything she was learning about her seemed like she wouldn't say that genuinely, if at all. The way she spoke about the failed clone of her co worker and everything surrounding that... It turned her stomach. She may be bias, but she considered clones to be people too, and that they deserved more respect than lab rats. With a shudder, she wondered what Dorothy Prime would do to her if she was let out, bringing her arms close around her and pressing her clipboard against he r lower torso to comfort her against the thoughts.

She slipped her tape into her pocket, only to find that both were getting exceedingly full. Finding the need to make sure she didn't have unnecessary items taking up space, she sat them on a table, sorting them out- keycards together, datastick and tape side by side, and setting the biblical passage aside. Once they were sorted, she put them back in her pockets.

Taking a breath, she left the medical bay, heading, quickly, to the command bay, hoping to finish the task and finally encounter someone.