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You were about to ask her something, but on second thought? You should probably get out of here as soon as humanly possible. Ideally, you also want Liz to follow you out of this weirdly empty white abyss of a layer.
That's an issue though, ain't it? How exactly do you get her to follow you? You don't really have a lot of time to think about this.
"Are you okay?" There's clearly something else going on here. Calling her behavior manic would be <span class="mu-i">polite</span>, to be honest.
"What? Of course I'm okay. I'm as oaky as okay can be! Mmh hmm. YOU'RE not the oaky one here." Liz gibbers out. "I'm FINE. Now, I know what I'm doing hare looks pretty bad, but, uh, it's not! trust me!"
"oaky? hare?" Ashton stares at Liz as if the poor girl just grew a second head. "uhm. okay, i think it would be a good idea if you stepped away from that door-"
"Nope! NOPE! I'm fine! YOU!" She jabs a finger at Ashton. "You're going to arrest or report me anyways, right? I should just double down then!" She turns her back towards your group, ready to start picking the lock again.
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> respects the sheer audacity of doing that in front of a security guard. You and Ashton share a look as you both realize the obvious: she's fucking nuts.
This probably has to do with that conversation she had with Rex, but you need to get her OUT of here.
"okay, look, i wasn't going to report anything. You're making it really hard NOT to, i'll say that!"
"GOOD!" Liz croaks out a pitiful, gurgling laugh. "Do it then! If I can't find <span class="mu-i">those papers</span>, it doesn't really matter what happens to me! So go ahead!!! Arrest me!!!"
"Jesus Christ. Liz, we're just worried about you, that's all." Even if a good chunk of that worry is because she's having a breakdown in front of you. You don't get a response from Liz, she's too focused on trying to pick the lock.
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> decides it's time to actually DO something before she breaks in. He walks right up to Liz and grabs her by the arm. Liz doesn't even have time to process what's going on before she's violently yanked away from the door.
She awkwardly stumbles around, but she manages to regain her balance. Her mood shifts completely now that she's away from the door. All of that manic energy she was beaming with mere moments ago has been snuffed out. Her red, puffy eyes aimlessly scan the room as if she's trying to process what happened.
"I'm. Umm. What just happened?"
"i...don't know? well, at least you stopped, so that's good! you should really come with us. isn't that right, vincent?"
"Yeah." You won't explain what happened; it's not the time or the place for it, really. You try your hardest to give her a warm smile. "You look really out of it. C'mon, let's get back down to the cafeteria to grab some food."
"We can calm down and get something on our stomachs. That should make everything better, right? We can chat about what happened then."
"Oh. Sure." Liz half-heartedly shrugs. "I guess."
