"...I don't know if I.. Um, If I should be around it," Dorothy sighed, running her fingers through the longer part of her hair. "I could end up getting incapacitated by my memories again- or, since I was made with the isotope..." She made grimaced as she looked away, repressing a shutter. "Something really, really not good could happen if I'm around it."
Her eyes turned back to the screen, then to the Cryo lab, narrowing as she remembered the dream-like memory that had come to her earlier. "...I remember.. I was let out out by a Jason," She spoke carefully, as if she could shatter the thought by speeding over it. "At least, that's what it seemed like. My cryo-tube-thing was opened up, I remember seeing one... And trying to catch up to him. Then I blacked out. I don't know if they can open cryo tubes or not, but I assume at least one knows how. If that means what I hope it doesn't," She looked to Chris nervously, pushing her glasses up. "Then, a Jason could know the code. Can we do anything to keep the cryo-lab from opening?" She felt bad about revealing something that seemed like it could upset Chris's newfound stability, but, she couldn't bare it on her own.
"Maybe, til we can figure something more permanent out, we can move something heavy in front of the door?" She looked to the locker again, thoughtfully. "I tried moving that before, but it's too heavy for me. Maybe, it's too heavy for prime, too? I mean I know I was in a tube for..." She paused, furrowing her brows as she thought. "My entire existence, but there's a hope that maybe she and I share the same physical strength."
Looking back once again to Chris, she shrugged. "I do need water though, so how about we talk this over while we start making our way to the cafeteria? I suppose eating something wouldn't be bad either- I don't think I've ever actually eaten anything since I was made." She recalled, vaguely, having tubes and needles stuck in her, delivering nutrients to her body in lieu of being fed, to reduce waste products.
"Perhaps... I could find some supplies, and jurry-rig a food delivery system for them? Assuming that the AI locks the doors, food would need to be transported through access tunnels, or air vents. I recall, really faintly, toying with robotics in college, so I think I could maybe figure something out?" She started for the door, pausing to make sure Chris was following wit her.
"Wait... The shuttle is coming back?" She tilted her head, confused. "I saw it get fired out when the lockout happened, and I know there was a dead jason in it. Did it have some sort of auto-pilot in it?" She rubbed her forehead softly, shutting her eyes for a moment. "..I guess it could've. I mean, how else would the isotope be found and collected? Ugh, I can be so stupid..."