[center][u][color=c4df9b]Lauren C. Watson[/color][/u][/center]

[color=c4df9b]"Someone's framing me. This all wrong. You don't actually believe..."[/color] Lauren was clearly panicking, her breathing was heavy, sweat was glistening her face and tears were welling her eyes. She had attempted to grasp at the taser, but it was snatched out of reach.

[color=c4df9b]"It wasn't me. It wasn't me."[/color] She repeated to herself, backing up into the corner. The woman's gaze flicked from each member of the facility, from Ana, to April, to Niels. How could she get out of this? Was it possible? Why wouldn't they just let her...what didn't they understand? She was trying...

[color=c4df9b]"Oh, Jesus. Oh, Lord."[/color] She whispered nervously to herself. The engineer looked like she was going to explode.

[color=c4df9b]"I'd never do anything to hurt you all. Never. You just don't understand, you're all good people. I'm helpful. I'm helpful, I really am. Just...I need...you to listen to me. It doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't- [i]why are you all looking at me like that!?"[/i][/color] Her voice rose into a shriek, her hands clenching into fists and her face twisting into confusion, anger, and horror all at once.