> "Any news, Emma?"
She shakes her head, looking awfully tired. Emma:
"Afraid not, I managed to switch the fuses and got power to some of the panels. As far as I can tell, level 3 is completely flooded and cuts us off from the others. There's also a few fire alarms going off on level 4 and below, so no way to know if anyone is still alive down there. We need to find a way to communicate with them..."> "Emma, for God's sake, I already had amnesia and then I got shot in the head. You may be able to tell from my utter uselessness so far, as well as this macaroni and cheese, that I could use some guidance. Where the heck are the good fuses?" Emma:
"Yeah, I know... I'm sorry, Andrei, but I'm doing all I can. If I knew where there were spare fuses I would tell you, but Hank was shot and John is either down there with survivors or also dead. You probably don't remember it, but I'm an administrator here, I receive and collate reports and send them out, occasionally filling out requisition forms that always come back denied. When it comes to tech stuff, I'm useless. Hell, I'm having a hard time just reaching a fusebox, at least you can walk!"
Emma gives a deep sigh and rubs her eyes. Now that you think of it, she looks like she might have been crying while you were away.Emma:
"But hey, at least we've got food now, right?"
She manages to smile.> "But seriously, cook me some of this mac n' cheese, please."
Emma chuckles, recognizing the joke, and opens both of the tin cans, mixing the contents half and half. She hands you one of the cans and uses her fingers to scoop up some of the cold goop from her own.Emma:
"Bon apetit, Andrei. Bring us spoons next time, all right?"