Suffice it to say, Kris didn't make it to the CIC, instead turning around half way, and making her way back into the rubble that was once her Brig.  Carefully making her way around the moving people, who where in the process of picking up bodies, debris, and other traces of the explosion, as well as the engineers doing whatever patch work that needed to be done, so that this area, while not perfect, would be acceptable until a time would come where it could be made whole again.<br/><br/>She trained her eyes straight ahead, her objective wasn't to help out here, that would come when she was needed to go through anything that may have been kept intact, not that she had any expectations about that.  Instead she made her way over to the huge hole in the wall that was once the entry way into the last three offices attached to the Brig, the last one was her office, and the other two where the locker facilities, and a five or so desks set up for the purposes of investigations.  The shock of the explosion, had made a complete mess of what was once a neat and tidy office, and she had to be careful to not step on anything that might or might not be of some importance.  It was a good thing that her chair, and desk where bolted down to the floor, because it would have been a pain to pick up on her own.  Swiveling into her chair, she notices that only one of her many desk drawers where intact, and only because it had been locked, the other drawers where strewn about the room, papers and disks laying around haphazardly.<br/><br/>She contemplated unlocking it, but instead turned her attention to the small screen that laid flat on her desk.  She had to pound ont he damn thing a few times, before it would work, and pulling out her portable comm link/computer, she proceeds to save all the data from the main computer in her office.  At 99.9% complete the computer finally died out.  Cursing that there would be something missing, she tucks the comp into her jacket pocket, and unlocks the remaining drawer. Inside was a small wooden box, that held tiny keep sakes, things her subordinates had handed over to her, in case something should happen.  It would be her job to make contact with their families and send their things to them.  She knew that a few of her men where still alive, having  been stationed around the ship, they where after all in essence the security around the ship.  But her best investigators had been in the brig at the time, and that was a loss that would take  awhile to work through.