"..Huh. Damn. There goes an idea. What about barring the Jasons in a space with a barricade of them?" She spoke quietly as she cut her hair, finishing with one side, shaking her head to feel the difference. "Like, we direct them to a corner, and just circle them- maybe put something heavy over the top so they couldn't climb out? That might have potential- depending on how many bots there are. Maybe move anything surplus we have around to fill gaps?" She would have shrugged, if what she was doing wasn't precise work.

"...That's.. Heavy." Dorothy sighed, looking down to the hair that was starting to pile up as she shortened the other side- longer than the other, coming no higher than her jaw. "I wonder... if that explains why I vaguely remember busting out of cryo.. then trying to chase after a Jason who was running away." She felt her face drop, taking the news guiltily. "If I can ever get one lucid, I hope I can apologize to him-one- er, a Jason. God, they need code names, or something; the whole cloning situation has me so confused." Her voice remained melancholy; she could only feel bad about everything Prime had done that hurt everyone else. "...Prime messed them up so badly.I can only hope I can figure out a way to ease the damage."

"Wait, though, she's... She's not dead. She's in hibernation, in cryo." She turned, briefly, to look at him, a quarter of her hair untouched. "Do they..Think she's dead?" She shook her head, turning back to her work at cutting her hair. "...I wonder how it would effect me...? I suppose I'll have to find out when this crisis is over." She thought aloud, growing impatient with her hair cut. 

Recklessly, she took the last chunk, pulled it away from her head for tension, and slid the tool through it as quickly as it would go. It resulted in a quicker cut, but she had knocked her glasses to the floor in the process. Swearing mildly and quietly, she crouched to look for them, patting around until they were located. Careful to make sure they were clean and free of extra hair, she put them back on. 

"w-Wait, Chris!" She turned to look at where he had been, only to find him missing. "Chris?" She moved from her spot, her newly shortened bangs curling on top of her glasses, the frames keeping them from bothering her vision. "...Dammit."She breathed, finding herself alone once more. Disheartened, she kept her tool with her, in case she ran into a Jason that she couldn't out run or hide from and her experiment failed, moving away from the pile of hair she left behind. and closer to the door. Finding that the robots had unblocked it, she opened them and entered the halls, sticking close to the walls as she made her way to her lab, assuming that Chris would figure out if there was an extra terminal there, or not, that she could work from in there. 

She tread lightly as her anxieties and fear from earlier seeped back into her core. To ease her nerves, she fiddled with the ends of her sleeves, and tried to think about what she could do to end the scary situation she was in. The back of her neck and tips of her ears felt cold, now, due to the lack of hair covering them.