ISO struggles in vain with the restraints of the tangle-foot carpet, as Reed’s slashes into the reaching tendrils. The combined scuffle does an excellent job of muffling the faint hum of an Oasis PD drone hovering into the room behind Sedoy. The near-unheard sound sparks something in her subconscious, drawing forth memories of the past few days - she reflects, temporarily, on the simpler times… when the biggest problems she had to worry about were finding water filters… or a building the group could burn down to satiate that pyromaniacal rockstar’s creative ambitions.   She snaps out of her recollections a moment too late. Before she has any chance to react…