<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Sarah Moreno<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cryo tube room<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ciane, Zoey, Any<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>For a long, painful moment Sarah continued to struggle to recall the password, dancing just at the edges of her frayed consciousness.  Without her realizing it, her hands lifted slightly, fingers curved as though over a keyboard, twitching faintly, as though the act of pretending to enter the information would bring it back to her.  But it stayed stubbornly just out of her reach and she finally let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, frustrated and defeated -- at least for the moment.<br/><br/>Finally she turned her attention to what Mai was saying and nodded, absently, though now she was trying not to remember.  Maybe, in the usual contrary way of such things, it would come back to her when she was least expecting it.  "Right, yeah, let's go.  First things first," she agreed, making sure to gather up all the tools they'd found before following the other woman back to the main computer area.<br/><br/>She held up the toolkit as Mai spoke, glancing around at the situation.  "Once we're sure of our oxygen we might be able to find something more in Comms," she added, keeping it vague for now.  Tamura might not have access to anything all that exciting, after all, but at least it might be a place to start.  "You need any help?" she asked, leaning closer to the panels Tech Girl and the Amazon were working on -- though not<em>too</em>close, just in case the Amazon took offense.