A very-near-death scientist laid on the ground, slowly dying, he saw the guns pointed at what he called 'daughter', and he brought up his own gun, a fairly well-kept pistol that still shone with a chrome finish, but kept it at his side, "You... with the gun... put it down...", he stopped for a few seconds and started violently coughing, "Gah... I can't move much anymore.... but in my final words as I drift away... treat my daughter nicely... everything you should know about her... is in that console... also... tell her....", the scientist drifted away and he went near limp, "I love... her...", his body then went limp and it started to spit rain slightly. His body laid against the building's collapsed original entrance, but the hole was large enough for people to fit through. The ceiling was still there, broken in places, but still enough cover to keep the inside dry... to an extent.
Felicity floated inside the pod, strings of revolving fabric floating around her to block her personal parts, but would attach to her as drifting clothing if she was removed.
the computer was covered from the rain by an overhang of thick leaves, and on the computer it told of cautions about Felicity, that she cannot touch water or else it will hurt her, and her name, and that she loved malt bread and dry seasoned chicken.