Is this guy for real? She narrows her eyes at Rashad, as though trying to get a better look at him. "In my experience, the organizations who want to 'maintain order' are usually doing it for their own benefit," she says, "because they have something to gain from it. Usually because it means they're in control."
She reaches out and taps Bill's notes aggressively, causing his hand to slip, leaving him with a seemingly unwarranted scribble of ink on the page.
"There's nothing here about how to fix it, just what it is. And I mean, look around us. If they were working on a solution, this place would be swarmed. Bill here, the other two, they're monitors. Waiting for it to blow over. Maybe they have reason to believe that it will reverse itself, but in the meantime, no warning, no explanation, no communication. Does that sound like something an organization that wants order would do?"
She's not overly interested in changing Rashad's views on this. She shakes her head, eyeing another scientist, who appears to be doing something with test tubes. Rainwater, she realizes. A sample for semi-controlled conditions. She clicks her tongue.
"We're all just canaries in the coal mine," she says. "They don't care about us, they care about themselves."
She recognizes that she's getting riled, a little too much so to act rationally, but hell, these people could stand a little chaos. Abruptly, she steps away from Rashad, moving across the room to the test tube scientist, leaning onto his workstation with her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.
"What's this?" she asks brightly, pointing at the rack of tubes. "Is this important? Huh?" She leans forward until her finger brushes against them, then pushes ever so slightly, sending them crashing to the floor.
"Whoops!" she says, straightening up while this guy, Bill, and the other guy all jerk with surprise, this guy swearing under his breath. She looks over at Rashad with an innocent little pout. "Clumsy."
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She reaches out and taps Bill's notes aggressively, causing his hand to slip, leaving him with a seemingly unwarranted scribble of ink on the page.
"There's nothing here about how to fix it, just what it is. And I mean, look around us. If they were working on a solution, this place would be swarmed. Bill here, the other two, they're monitors. Waiting for it to blow over. Maybe they have reason to believe that it will reverse itself, but in the meantime, no warning, no explanation, no communication. Does that sound like something an organization that wants order would do?"
She's not overly interested in changing Rashad's views on this. She shakes her head, eyeing another scientist, who appears to be doing something with test tubes. Rainwater, she realizes. A sample for semi-controlled conditions. She clicks her tongue.
"We're all just canaries in the coal mine," she says. "They don't care about us, they care about themselves."
She recognizes that she's getting riled, a little too much so to act rationally, but hell, these people could stand a little chaos. Abruptly, she steps away from Rashad, moving across the room to the test tube scientist, leaning onto his workstation with her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.
"What's this?" she asks brightly, pointing at the rack of tubes. "Is this important? Huh?" She leans forward until her finger brushes against them, then pushes ever so slightly, sending them crashing to the floor.
"Whoops!" she says, straightening up while this guy, Bill, and the other guy all jerk with surprise, this guy swearing under his breath. She looks over at Rashad with an innocent little pout. "Clumsy."