There were billions of people that looked like one guy and then there was their small little group, still themselves. Vi felt like they were on some kind of island of normalcy (which given the group of them was saying something) surrounded by an ocean full of sharks. From what little she read, normal, nice guys didn't duplicate themselves by making everyone in the world just like them like this guy had done. What made it worse was that she had no suggestion to offer on how to fight this.
A ton of those of guys. A not so ton of people to fight them. And since those had been individuals not so long ago, they were probably still them, like a possession? Which meant any violence would probably hurt the host...transformed person. Whatever it was.
Uneasy and unable to sit still for very long, Vi had taken up walking around the lobby, the hallways, the kitchen, saying hi to people. It would have been easier to go outside but she didn't trust the duplicates as far as she could throw them. Or could have thrown them before she became a Slayer. As she wandered into the kitchen for the fourth time, she noticed someone else was in there. "Hey," she said as she drifted in, glancing at the counter. "Whatcha making?"