As the door slide shut behind them. An ominous sense of claustrophobia hit. Trinity was slowly recovering from the concussion, the room spun as if it were on a platform. The false mirror was replaced with a window which gave a visual of their laboratory. Down below was the scientist, she was concocting a new experiment.
Ripley saw the room rotate and eventually made her way up to the room. Her lab coat was long enough to drag on the concrete floor. Upon closer inspection they had realized this used to be the old hanger the Air Force used.
She slid into a chair and rolled over to look at Trinity. Not a word left her mouth just an obvious sigh of frustration as she played with the hair in his face.
"Taero. Get me a shot of that Dilaudid." She pointed to the syringe on the metal table.
After a moment of administering the medication she happened to glance over at 17, 23, 01 and 11. Her eyes stayed on 11 as if a slight jealous of her.
The Labrador-Ripley, stood up her high heels clicking as she moved over to the holographic image hovering over her main desk.
She collapsed the hologram and returned her tired, jade eyes to them "Do you know what this is?"
A piece of wreckage sat in the middle of her desk. There were wires all hooked up to it and at times glowed.
"This is what remains of our physics observatory in Port Station." Her eyes kept on it and they could see almost vicariously how many hours shed spent before hand like she did now....just looking at it.
"These beings aren't what you think they are. They're not aliens, they came from our world."
Trinity by now was starting to wake up and groan.