Kay stared at John blankly for a moment as she tried to digest what he just told her. She didn't expect or necessarily want anyone to go on a witch hunt for the doctor, even if she did want retribution at times. She felt conflicted on how to react to the news, one part of her wanted to yell and scream at him for making that decision for her and not cluing her in on it, or even asking if it was what she wanted. Yet the other part of her wanted to hug him and thank him starting the process to close that part of her trauma away and end it once and for all. It took about a minute before her brain kicked in and reminded her that she needed to reply to John, as she pulled her legs down, turning so she was sitting on the couch properly, book on the coffee table. She ran her hands through her hair, holding them in place at the back of her neck. "that's why you all kept me out of the kitchen, to decide all of it without asking what I wanted?" she replied, her tone hard to read initially, but as she lowered her hands from her neck, the closing of them into fists showed she wasn't taking it well.


Chas looked up and around and saw the security was pretty much higher than he'd expect it to be, making him wonder why one would need such security measured if it was 'so above board'. The whole place was just suspicious to him and he did not like it one bit. "sneaking in somehow is the only way I think." he said, before pointing at the two security guards just inside. "our best bet would be get their uniforms and go in undercover, but it's getting to them to knock them out and get their uniforms that'll be the tricky bit. If we can get inside, I can find a worker's ID card to swipe for all the extra access" he explained.