"Oh, wow..." Dorothy sighed, sliding her hand to hold her arm gently. "...Shit, did I break my glasses?" She opened her eyes to look at the chris-coloured blob anxiously, trying desperately to find something to focus on. "I... I can't focus on anything without them. Everything's blobs and-" She looked to the screen as it flashed, brows furrowing in a combination of anxiety and frustration. "I can't even see what the screen is saying. It looks like a bunch of spaced out whitish lines on a black background. " 

She brought her other arm up to hold her arm, shutting her eyes tight as the blurriness of everything around her threatened another headache. "...Seriously. did they drop?" She sighed, carefully lowering herself to pat around on the ground, eventually finding her glasses kicked under a a desk. "...I found them." she breathed a small sigh of relief as she cleaned them and placed them on her head, straightening back up with a hand on the table for support. "So, the code was delta theta seven-eleven blue, right?" She, before looking at the screen, found her clipboard here she'd set it and wrote the code down carefully,handwriting slightly neater than her earlier writings. "So, let's see what the screen actually says..." She mumbled, setting the clipboard back down and turning to read the screen.


"....Oh[i] hell[/i] no. I'm not touching that," She shook her head, moving away from the screen and keyboard as she read what the access code would do. "Nope. Fuck that. Nuh-huh." She shuddered, turning her eyes to Chris nervously. "Last time I messed with Prime's stuff, the lockout happened. I'm not doing this. No way- if I fucked it up, she could be [i]out[/i]," Her eyes turned to the door of the cryo room nervously, then to the fallen lockers. "...We really, really need to block that off. I- I don't think I'd be all too upset if she ended up dying in there of freezer burn, or hypothermia , if she somehow was freed but couldn't leave the cold. She's... I don't want her out. Not unless we can contain her, she's the only one who can keep us from dying, and we get to put her right back in. God no." She grimaced and shuddered once more, holding her hands in tight, fearful fists as she pulled them from her arms.

"Could.. You fix that? And... Get... rid... O-of the isotope." She found it hard to ask for the disposal of the isotope, swallowing hard as the memories from prime screamed in the back of her mind. "...I don't care what you do with it, but keep it away from me, her... and don't, whatever you do, breathe it in or otherwise ingest or come into contact with it. You'll die." She looked to the floor, expression shaken severely as she wrangled back her memories.