"Ah. Well, judging by the other clones around, I totally understand the caution... Do they ever play sane?" She arched a brow, forcing herself to look away from the blood and holes. "...I'm really, really...[i]Reeeeeeally[/i] not liking what Prime did with the Jasons..." The idea to call the Jason clones Argonauts passed though her head, causing her to attempt- and fail- to hold in a snicker and smirk. "s-Sorry. A funny thought popped in my head and I'm not sure where from. I don't think, exactly, it's from prime." 

"....I don't know if I do, though. I had to really look for the medical override code-" She paused, remembering that she had items in her pockets. "Oh, right!" She moved to the table and laid out her items- the two key cards, the tape, data stick, and biblical passage out on the table. "...Think any of these could be handy? I checked the pockets of the jumpsuits that were around me when I woke up." She spread them out, placing her clipboard near them as well. "Would entering what Prime put on the AI work to undo it?" She glanced from her items, back to Chris, then moved the data stick and tape back to her pockets. "It was...Delta...something... Red...Subprogram?... Dorothy lockout? Crap, I should have written it down.." She pushed her glasses to the top of her head, rubbing her face as a show of stress.

"I'll... I can focus on trying to remember more," She moved a finger to peek at Chris, or rather, the blob of Chris-colours. "I don't know if it can help, though. So far, I think the memories are hit and miss? It's really, really surreal." She took a deep breath and removed her hands, lowering her glasses carefully back over her eyes. The thought of their safety made its way back to the front of her mind, causing her to think about how Chris said that she'd zoned out when she had her memory flood.

"Ok. I'm going to try? i-It can't hurt, right?" She flashed a nervous half smile to him, shrugging slightly. "If, um, something happens, though, and I'm spacing out, try to get me to snap out of it, please? But if you're in immediate danger- like if it's the jasons- just go. I think, so long as I snap out of it quickly and it's not the one with the gun, I'll be ok." Her gaze shifted to the wound on her hand, moving it around to find that she didn't feel any pain from it. With one final deep breath, she moved from the table, shut her eyes, and put forth significant effort to remembering anything of use.