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[after an eventful hour spent attempting to figure out how to make an omelet, Felicia is making her way up the stairwell for an al fresco dining experience on the surface, a plate covered with another plate in her hands. Inside, covered in shredded cheese and chopped cucumber, are scrambled eggs, a bit singed but edible, which is better than she's ever done before. She's feeling pretty good, until her augmented hearing picks up the sound of someone screaming.]
[Racing out onto the floor the screaming was coming from, she finds the right door, tries the knob and finds it locked, and knocks sharply]