Unfortunately for Rishi, the deeper she wanders into the "administrators" hoard-like apartment, the more she realizes just how torturously cluttered the room is. It's almost like Yakkity Sax should be playing in the background... when she bends over to examine a pile, for instance, one of her nipple chains manages to slip out of the loose wrap provided by her jacket. And when she stands... well, a nipple chain catching hold of a box of comm-centers is certainly a new lesson in pain. And the sound of fifty luxury electronics crashing to the ground is a new level of loud, announcing her presence to pretty much the whole floor.<br/><br/>And, when she receives a comms transmission from Drew above her, she realizes that it has announced her presence much more than that.<br/><br/>"Oi, girlie... You alright down there? Are the Apprentices here already?" In spite of his callous words, there's a sense of urgency to the Ork's question... as if he's legitimately worried, though whether it's about her or the rest of the team is up for question. And as the elf struggles to mitigate the damages of the falling electronics, while at the same time struggling to tend the new ache forming in her breast, the silence following his transmission seems to grow more and more tense...