"I don't need change," she said as she searched her pockets. Vending machines took a very particular round key with a little tail. From her pockets she produced something that looked like a pick for one of those locks... Because it was. Not something she'd made but she'd purchased it from a thief.
Heading down the hallway, she braced a shoulder against it because really, if she didn't she was going to fall over. "Assuming that the first disappearances were during the storm, no one would have seen them fall and likely they would have been drowned by waves before they could even scream." And with everyone else likely screaming, no one would have noticed it anyway. Still. It was the ones afterward that where the most disconcerting, "Well, I'll just have to look over the security tapes."
Honestly, Riff didn't give a damn about the nurse or the medical staff. Unless it was something big (like severe head trauma?), she could take care of herself. No one was going to get her DNA, thanks!
"They should have never turned around. Turning just makes it harder for us to be found. Should have just headed straight towards one destination - preferably Miami. Their stupidity means we're never going to be found. And that makes my security protocols even more important to correct."