"Fuck," hisses Iman. What the shit is happening. What is her 'designated area'? As far as she knows it's here, with this guy who wants nothing to do with her (and why exactly does that hurt so much? she shouldn't give a shit what he thinks). She presses past the flow of fleeing people to get back to Rush.

"What are you doing?" she asks, raising her voice to be heard over the pounding alarm and repeated radio warning. The base shakes again, and she stumbles and grabs hold of the desk for balance.