Michael headed out of his office and down toward the source of the alarm, looking for anyone along the way who could answer some very important questions. Questions like 'the hell is going on here' and 'what does that noise mean' and 'why hasn't it stopped'. The closer he got to the alarm, the more important the latter seemed, since he had a limited tolerance for loud trilling sounds to begin with and this one was both loud and trilling. And painful.<br/><br/>He scanned for Allita, by preference, though any member of the maintenance staff or security forces would do. The Overseer wasn't a fan of things left unexplained and most alarms should have stopped by now. This might mean something was seriously broken. The idea displeased him. They did the best they could on the vault's limited resources, but they were limited. It had been a long time since the Great War and they'd been trying to keep this place patched and running ever since then.