I'm coming to you. [Her tone is hard, brooking no argument as she moves to her bed and pulls out the ring dagger tucked under her pillow. She turns back to the comm as she grabs the sheath for her daggers off the nightstand, sliding it home with a flat, stony look.]

I'm going to fix this. [No matter how much blood. No matter how many bodies...but she would do it right. It would be neat.

And the first step is to make sure Lydia's all right.

The sheath fits neatly down the front pocket of her overalls...it's not stealthy, but it'll do long enough to travel three levels to reach Lydia's room. Walking over, she grabs her comm and looks into it, her expression stern and her eyes flinty with cold fury, though her voice is as even and reassuring as she can manage.]

Just stay put, and stay calm, okay? I'm coming to find you...I swear, I'm going to fix this.

[Switching off the comm, Allison tucks it away and storms out of her room. She moves through the ship's corridors with brisk efficiency, quick but not rushing. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself, so she doesn't ask for directions. It takes her longer than she wanted, as a result, to find room 517, and she only spots it because she recognizes the door to Lydia's bedroom. Once she sees it, she makes a beeline for it and pounds with the flat of her hand, five times before calling out...]

Lydia? Lydia, it's me, open up!