Roberta accepts the hand up, though this mostly stretches her arm until she can regain her composure. In the aftermath of the incident, abandoned machines spin from momentum, lingering shards of glass fall from overhead, and a crushed drinking fountain begins making a puddle on the floor.

"That was a bad one... hopefully he can get that under control, because I do not want to be cleaning this place up every week..."

Luckily, it seems like no-one was too badly hurt. A few bruises and cuts from the broken machinery and altered gravity, but nothing a couple of sticking plasters won't solve.

"Alright, let's see... this place needs cleaning up, but we can probably leave most of it for an electrician or mechanic... we can't exactly use it until the floor is fixed up. Let's... let's just get everyone out of here and make sure the tennis courts are set up. People who want to exercise can do it outdoors for now. Uhhh... do you guys know how a fire drill works? Get everyone who isn't injured to gather outside, make sure we haven't lost track of an invisible guy or something. I'll go turn off the power and water to this place."

With that, Roberta picks her way over the mess to a locked door marked 'Staff'. Rather than open it, she flattens herself against the ground and slides her upper body under, flicking trip switches and turning cutoff valves inside the closet.