Sorv lay there for a few minutes after the doctor had left, regaining his senses. He slowly got up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as a hand clutched at his stomach. A small groan escaped at the dull pain still residing there.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i> So, I'm back on the Acheron, but with no idea how I got here or if Ashana and Firas are still alive. </i></span>Sorv went to look at his omni-tool, but it too had been taken along with his weapons.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i>Wonderful...</i></span><br/><br/>The Quarian leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs, helmet aimed at the floor. Behind his visor, however, his eyes were darting around as much of the room as he could see. The figure stayed seated on the bed for a couple minutes before he got up and pulled the sheet off the bed, draping it over his shoulders like a cape before letting it close around his body, obscuring it from any prying eyes or hidden cameras.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i> Now, let's see. All I have is what's in this room, desperation, and my brain. Should be able to cause a bit of trouble.</i></span>He thought with a slightly worried grin.<br/><br/>He moved over to the medical cabinets and pulled the sheet up with one hand to cover them and his upper body. With his free hand, Sorv quickly rummaged through the supplies and took a handful of vials along with a cutting tool and what looked like an injector. Sorv tucked the vials and injector into his spare ammo pack and stashed the cutter in a lesser known pocket in his suit. With that done, the Quarian moved over to the computers and repeated the process of draping them. Sorv's fingers quickly danced across the console but with little success. All the info he found was of medical procedures and the like.<br/><br/>He paused, then pulled the sheet off and went to scavenge the cabinet again, pulling out all the hard and solid objects he could find and throwing them into the sheet which now was slowly being converted into a sack. Sorv repeated this process with everything he could find in the room, now having a decent sized bag of random junk. The Quarian stepped near the window, tapping it lightly before taking the cutter out and working the blade along the surface quickly. When a series of scratches formed an X shape, Sorv returned the cutter to its pocket and quickly starting swinging at the mark with the bag of junk, hoping to quickly break it for an escape.<span style="color: DarkOrange"><i>Come on.. break.. break! Damnit, BREAK!</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>