"Doctor?" she demanded, attention lasering onto McCoy. Her distress level seemed to ratchet up a notch.

"No. No." She darted sideways along the row of sinks to get some distance between them, gaze moving as quickly to the door behind them and back again.

"Ah can't play these games with y'all, it's-" She swallowed, and while her voice stayed shaky and scared her body seemed to decide on resolution and action. She charged for the door.

"It's gonna be a massacre."