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Ziola suppressed the urge to sigh. She hadn't expected the technician would let on much, so she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. [color=6A9FD4]"Nothing new then,"[/color] she muttered, although she couldn't shake the feeling something [i]was[/i] up. She slumped back onto the bed, looking away as she once again listened in. 

Coughs sounded from the feed, along with the voices of medics. Some kind of outbreak? The need to do something kicked in, instilled in her by years of medical training and practice, but it wasn't like she could any more. Her days as a doctor were long behind her. Fists clenched, she enhanced her hearing again, to pick up what the medics were saying.

Just in time for a cacophony of screams and gunshots to bombard her ears.

She gasped and ended the effect at once, reeling from both overwhelm and horror. While she'd dealt with some grisly situations during her career, nothing had ever compared to what she heard now. The staccato of gunfire gave way to crackling and snapping. Flames. Another shot. Silence. She stared at the two men, the technician's face paling as he took it all in.

[color=007236]"Correction...Things aren't alright at all,"[/color] he replied.

Ziola gave a grim nod. [color=6A9FD4]"That's putting it mildly, by the sound of it. Y'know it's all hit the fan when a paranoid guy has every right to be."[/color] She stood, pressing a hand against the glass. Although she fought to breathe deeply, and kept her expression as composed as possible to tamp down panic, she'd probably gone as sickly pale as the technician. Other prisoners called out, trying to convince him to help - as if he was at all likely to do so. Right now, she wished more than ever she and the others could put faith in the staff here.

Even so, there was nothing to lose by trying. [color=6A9FD4]"They're right. Please, listen to us. If part of your job is to watch over us, then it's also part of your job to make sure we don't end up as overcooked mincemeat."[/color] She edged closer to where her medical kit and surgical tools were stored, ready to grab them. [color=6A9FD4]"We'll all stand more of a chance if you let us out. All of us, including you."[/color]