"Security," she half mumbled, "I need to check my programs." Little did she know. And she was about to find out. Her eyes went wide at the date and she half-shouted, "Bloody fucking Hell!" Riff's voice cracked repeatedly thuogh from disuse in the past... four days. Oh Christ.
"You've got to be kidding me! January 4th?! I've been unconscious for four days?!" All the raising of her voice and panic surging forth was giving her a headache and she pressed her hands to her head like she was holding it together.