Avellanos' heels clicked down the halls, her nose buried in papers. Sharp eyes poised down to the writings, insane ramblings by a borderline madman.

A hum left her lips, reading a particular line. Escapees, escaping reagents; the idea almost felt fictional - perhaps it was, and she was dreaming all this...

"Amelia Collier..."

Mumbled Avellanos, eyes narrowing.