[ Oh. Shit. That has to be the freak out here just murdering people. For a brief moment, Catra panics. Then instinct and training kick in and there isn't time to panic. As the woman hurls the jug of bleach towards her Catra hurls herself to one side of the doorway, out of sight for a brief moment. She has to get help. She glances down towards the infirmary and decides against it. She can't go that way--there are people there who would be helpless. No. It has to be away.
She drops to all fours for a moment to try and get an extra burst of speed and launches herself down the corridor away from the infirmary. Deeper into the bowels of the rig. As she goes, she clumsily tries to key her communicator. Without thinking, she calls the first person who comes to mind. ]
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She drops to all fours for a moment to try and get an extra burst of speed and launches herself down the corridor away from the infirmary. Deeper into the bowels of the rig. As she goes, she clumsily tries to key her communicator. Without thinking, she calls the first person who comes to mind. ]
Adora! Pick up!