The scrubs might be color coded by size. It's probably nothing.
Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense.
"Hey! I'm done. You should go wwa-
- aaaoh. OK. You didn't say anything about all the bodies."
"What!? Oh, yeah. Sorry. There's bodies."
"Lots of bodies."
"Yeah."
>Kendra: Try to talk to Bina and figure out what's happening. Already sorta have an idea
"Is that blood yours?"
"No, I don't know whose it is for sure, but I think it's uh… Kate or whoever. The people who were down here."
"And the chair…?"
"Not me either."
"Are you with me in thinking that -"
"Something large and Gregor-shaped happened?"
"Yeah. Have I mentioned that I really hate that guy?"
"Not recently, no."
"I really hate that guy."
"Mmmmmyep."
"Are you going to -
"Uh huh. Oh! Before I go, uh - there's, like, flashlights and stuff, on those shelves over there. And wet wipes, if you need to - "
"OK."
"And I think we can use some of those curtains for, like, padding for the truck, you know? For the journal? I was going to tear them dow -
"Right, you should go get that stuff off you, I'll get them and, uh, I won't - uh, I won't you know - I'll stay here."
"It's fine! I mean -
"I'll stay here though. OK? Until your done. You don't need to worry."
"Sure. Right. OK."
Aaaaaa….