Ix was hovering between meditation and sleep when the blare of alarms lanced into her skull. Not long after the sound was joined by shouts and the sounds of struggle. She stood, moving so she could see out of the small window without being seen. In the hall panic reigned, everyone momentarily united in their desire to flee. Every individual seemed to be completely isolated by their own fear, shoving and trampling each other with out any regard. What seemed to be a staff member came and banged on the door to her cell. Upon finding out it was Enigma curiosity and wariness filled the alien, the situation seemed entirely too bizarre and strangely convenient. For the moment though, like those who were fleeing mindlessly, she and the machine were united in purpose - however tenuous. Ix stepped suddenly into the doorway, staring down at the machine-turned-woman before brushing past her and into the chaotic current of the hall.<br/><br/>"Where is his cell?" The alien was already starting down the hall, keeping close to the wall to avoid as much of the fleeing mob as possible. "What is going on? Why are we not on lock-down?"