The metal box was slow. Terribly slow. She rubbed her fuzzy head rather briskly. It heated up her hands and she was going to need it to get them to work right.
People were disappearing? Communications were down? Clocks? WHAT?! "FUCK," she managed to shout. This was what she needed. A purpose. Carefully, Riff forced herself to stand up, swaying on her feet but using the back of the elevator car to keep herself upright. Shit shit shit. "How the fuck are my security protocols failing so badly? Someone's fucked with my system and I'm going to kill them. I swear to all bloody fucking Gods. Those cockmonglers won't know what the Hell hit them."