Wait what? Bunny had NO idea what was happening; first she's approaching some researcher with her gun raised, next he was dead, she hadn't fired a shot, and-C'est quoi ce bordel?!<br/><br/>Now she had a datachip, and it was going IMMEDIATELY into her datajack, so she can get some sort of idea as to what the fuck is going on. More importantly, the tanks were OPENING. OPENING!!! Shit, Merde! Bunny was not sure her medical studies would be sufficient for dealing with this sort of thing!<br/><br/>She took the tubes - into her backpack, the myomer would keep them from breaking - and quickly started looking at the handgun, to see what exactly was going on with it...<br/><br/>...one of the wimps was... not... oh gods... and that goop was not pleasant, especially as she'd spent far too much time in that stuff already in her life. Yup, this just got hella complicated.<br/><br/>|Uh... I think things just got hella complicated for me down here, and not in the violent way. What the hell is going on everywhere else right now? What's up with the boat?|<br/><br/>Bunny was keeping her eye on the... various individuals before her now... what was going to happen now? Maybe that datachip could tell her what the hell was going on as she eyeballed the health of the wimp... right in front of her...