At first, Dorothy was only mildly off-put by the appearance ofthe Jason. Once she caught a glimpse of his pipe though, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and a chill shot down her spine. She, with absolute certainty, decided that she'd never, ever want to get caught by that jason- She even had qualms about helping him, if she could. Defensively, she slid herself further into the duct until he left, waiting several moments before sliding out, pausing in the process, checking roughly every 10 seconds to see if he was coming back.

Finding that he wasn't, she allowed herself completely out, still tying to be quiet as she moved back to the terminal that had been buried in the lab. Moving the papers and lab equipment away, she found the interface, leaning on the table with a sigh as she began to think.

What could the code be? Her mind raced as shetried to remember anything that could help, eyes turning from the screen to her clipboard, shutting softly as she focused more. Something in the back of her mind told her that nothing she had would work, and nervously, she began to try to unlock more memories, again. If that couldn't work, she'd try what she had written... And, if Chris could return, they could get [i]her[/i] to comply, and if they could figure out how to restrain [i]her[/i], they would have to remove prime and force her to undo her lockout in the worst case scenario.