"...It's fine. I can understand where you're coming from; I mean, you had to deal with them for longer than I have been alive- if that's even the term? Sentient, maybe? English is hard." She shook her head softly as she accepted what he said. 

"It could hold a clue though," She arched a brow at Chris, folding her arms gently. "Something that could be important later. Plus, I'm honestly curious about if the genetic mutations I have did anything else to me other than the weird healing-factor thing, and being able to look at them would really help. I don't even know how to clone, and I really don't feel ok in the Cryo room- Prime's in there, anyways. So, I hope you can believe me when I say that there's no temptation here." 

"I don't know. Something to hold them until we can get the outer rings opened? We're on the same timer, to be honest." Dorothy rubbed her eyes, sighing as she tried to decide the most ethical choice. "Maybe having the bots hold them would be ok? Or otherwise finding a way to tie them up. It's not like we'd be withholding anything they need from them- we don't really have anything to begin with." With a shrug she moved back to grab her clipboard- After forgetting most of the lockout code Prime had used, she was determined to write other important things down. 
"Wait, what do you mean by "pine"?" Dorothy's brows turned slightly as she found herself puzzled. "As far as I know, it means to long or yearn for someone, but those words... they feel like they have a romantic connotation to me." She brought her free hand to her forehead as she thought. "Is it a love-murder situation?god, Prime did a number on them..." She shook her head, glancing at her hair as it fell into view, then to the sharp tool she'd used to cut herself with earlier.

"Y'know what," She changed the topic as she waited for the doors to be unbarred. "How about we do some science, till the robots fix the door. My curiosity is getting the best of me again, and I don't think I'll be able to drop it unless I address it." She picked up the sharp tool, and grabbed a small lock of her hair. "If I knew where scissors were, I'd use those, but, hey, I guess, while we wait for the robots to unblock the door, this'll do." She took a breath and forced the tool to cut her hair,tightening her jaw at the unpleasant feeling. She let the newly cut hair fall onto a table, grabbing another piece from the same side, the newly shortened piece curling up next to her eye with a lack of weight. "I want to see, if I'm spotted, if a change in my hair would do anything." as she worked to shorten one side of her hair, she thought carefully, paying no mind to how even it was. " I mean, it's possible that they decide their homicidal intent based on colours- it could totally explain why they want to kill you, to- I'm pretty sure we have the same hair colour. I can't tell in the emergency lighting, but I'm pretty sure. But I guess, one variable at a time, right?" She flashed a reassuring smile at Chris a she worked, bringing one half of her hair much shorter and closer to her skull, the curly nature of her hair causing some pieces to stick out every now and then. 

"So, how [i]do[/i] you going about getting a jason drunk? Do they even accept food or water presented to them when in captivity?" She decided to try small talk as she worked on altering her hair, to help keep the silence at bay. "Do you know what the one jason meant by "tears"?"