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Ivor nodded, though his nigh-unnerving cheeriness did not waver.  “Cafeteria.  Yessir!”  Giving a slight inclination of his head as thanks, he turned to go, only to be slapped with a couple of parting questions.  Unperturbed, he span around, and after a moment of contemplation replied, “Mhm.  I do believe that Miss Moss made it to her room in time.  She was the one who bolted upstairs yelling about the Grimm.  Should be dead ahead there.  Ooh, probably shouldn't have said 'dead', huh?”  He pointed gingerly to the room in question before turning his attention to the one next to it, whose door was ajar.  “Oh dear.  Millade's door is open,” he murmured through closed teeth.  A worried smile trickled across his face.  “I don't remember who else I saw, but there were others.  As for the Grimm, I saw wolves, rats, flying things, and these awful little monkeys.  I bet that rumbling I felt a couple of hours ago wasn't you all, though.  Good luck!”  With that, Ivor retired speedily.

The room marked as belonging to a 'Daisy Moss' did prove to be locked.  If Benjamin did not feel like breaking the lock again, knocking could do the trick.  Less certain, however, was the barely-open door of the room belonging to a 'Mar Millade'.  A sickly sweet, rather nauseating smell wafted through the crack, though a breezy sensation and the whistle of wind against sharp edges hinted at the presence of a broken window.

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Again, Goodwitch replied immediately.  “It would take too long to request a medical detail.  Your best bet would be to find a way of transporting her in the least traumatic way possible and getting her outside.  From up here, I can see a sort of ambulance in the vehicle depot.  It might have supplies to lessen her pain somewhat, or at least a stretcher to transport her.  You three continue to try and find the other survivors; from my intel on the distillery, the control room should be just beyond the storage room in which you found Priscilla.  I will request the pilot to drop me off at the depot, and I will get what I can from the ambulance.”

The teacher's voice faded away, but the choice remained.  At this point, the contents of the suspicious drum were all but assured to be human in nature, and the saferoom with its seven survivors lay within a stone's throw.  However, the heartbreaking suffering of Priscilla would not subside without help.