"What... the fuck." Kizzie exhaled, facepalming. The gore lets her hand easily slide down her face, and the elf sighs hard. "Well, while I've got time."<br/><br/>As if the pile of corpses and dead monster are in no way distracting, Kizzie starts searching. She investigates the workers first, searching for keycards, codes, anything -- then moves to the computers. The doc asked for data on these beasts, and if it existed, it was right here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>