"...I feel bad for them. It must be hell." She sighed, finding herself distracted by the conversation too much to try and bring up any memories. "But, really... I really feel uncomfortable with you refering to the original... Er, DNA-donors as the "real" copies. I mean, we're all real, just.. not them. Can you.. Well, I guess, around me, try not to do that?" Dorothy's brows furrowed as she spoke. "...It feels like you mean we- er, clones, I mean- aren't people, and that doesn't sit well with me." Carefully she looked to his stun gun, noting how he held it. "...Don't worry. I don't think I want to know yet just how much I don't like seeing people get hurt; so violence is out of the question on my part. To be honest, I'm more likely to cry than lash out. " She tried to flash Chris a reassuring smile, gently shrugging.

"...It's some of Prime's old logs," Dorothy explained, bringing the rest of the items to her pockets. "It also has a profile of my DNA on it- genetic mutations and all." She blinked a few time, thinking about how he had admitted to putting a hole through Prime's terminal. "..Don't worry, I'm only keeping it for clues. There's no way I'd bring another clone of me into this." She shook her head quickly, thinking back to what she'd found on it. "I know a bit about what she did... I'm sorry she used you. I feel bad about it, but I  didn't even do it..." She moved from the table to look, from a slightly less large distance, at the AI terminal in the room. "If she admitted that on something that could be accessed, I don't think I want to know what she wouldn't admit to. I'm still worried about remembering what she'd did to Jason- or, well any of her clones." She shuttered softly as her imagination ran for a moment after. "Is... That a bad thing? You look like you saw a ghost."

"...Another...Adventure?" She blinked dumbly, looking back to him. "...I don't think, technically, the first one ended. But ok." She let out a small laugh, genuinely smiling at the man for a moment, as if she found him to be silly. "I could try to call them all to another room... but..." She brought her hand to her face, holding her lower jaw and lip thoughtfully.

"Is there any place we could trap them? The shuttle is gone now- thanks, prime," She interrupted herself with her sarcastic comment, "so we couldn't move the dead Jason from there and attempt to trap them there. Cryo couldn't hold that many people and Prime... And, I don't think any of the lab facilities, even the office, could contain them. The one I saw looked pretty strong." She tensed her jaw as she tried to come up with any ideas. "Whatever we do, I don't want anyone to die unless there's no other option." She fell silent for a few moments, eyes tracing the pattern of the floor in thought. "Maybe if the loader bots and heavy lifters can be controlled, and we have enough materials, we can so something with them to trap the Jasons? Like, build a heavy metal cage, or... Hm, maybe have the bots restrain them? I don't know if they follow the AI's rule of not interfering with the crew."

With that, she moved to the doors, pausing as she thought, and waited for the AI-controlled robots to open the door. "...Do they attack you?" She turned her head to look back at Chris, thoughtful expression lit up by curiocity. "Do you think that changing the way I look would help to at least delay their recognition of me, or do they end up attacking everyone they see, regardless?"