"Heh; Hey, as far as I know, you and I are the only lucid people on this ship," She waved her hand to reassure, pausing for a moment. "Well, you, me, and whoever wrote to me from terminal forty three when I saw Prime's logs. I assume that was you, though? Considering that the Jasons want to murder me, and all." She looked back to the screen, then to the man. "Talking is nice. Honestly, even if you had the conversational skills of my shoe, I'd still be glad to hear anything other than silence, or my own thoughts."

"...Well, according to this, You have a one hundred percent chance of dying..." She paused, looking back to him, deadpanning and drawing the whole thing out. "of old age, in a very, very, very long while." She chuckled after the pause, closing the window. "I'm playing around. I kind of needed a laugh- I've, er, been really close to panicking since I woke up naked in the halls and I needed a laugh; sorry about that. You're a-ok, I promise." She removed her glasses to rub them on her jumpsuit, cleaning off the light oily marks that her hair had left on them before putting them back. "The radiation should be cleared up- I'd like to check up later and make sure there's no permanent damage to your cells- but until then, you're good to go. Don't let yourself get so badly off, though, if you can help it. I recall that it can really do a number on your cells... and, that's one thing I'm not sure how to fix." Her eyes went back to the holes, then to the blood all around.

"...That...Doesn't make me feel any better. That meas a Jason has a weapon that can put holes in [i]metal[/i]." She explained, bringing her arms close to her torso once more, occasionally glancing at her hand, where she'd cut it. "Prime was, in her last log, knocked out by someone- and now she's stripped in Cryo- so if you don't have anything like that, it means either a Jason does, or she hid it really, really well." She paused, ace pailing as she went over a memory from the flood. "...Oh, nope, actually.. Nope, it's confirmed that a Jason does indeed have the gun. I remember that I was shot by him- to specify, me, not prime- from the ventilation..." She looked up, nervously scanning it.

"...That reminds me, though...How're we going to get out of the lockout that Prime put on the AI?" She asked, moving a slight bit closer to Chris. "It's not a medical override anymore, but something she made- I don't know how to get out of it, but it's locking down the outer rings and cutting off all life support to them," She looked to him, eyes wide. "...If I remember correctly, the food and water are there..." She looked to the ground, falling silent for the moment.

"...God... What're we gonna do...? The jasons are in the safe zone, one has a gun, and we're all gonna dehydrate or starve if we can't get this figured out. " She looked to him once more, rubbing her upper arms softly to try to soothe herself. "I have so, so, so many more questions about everything, but nothing is going to matter if... If.." She trailed off, not wanting to finish her own sentence.