Something was wrong.
Honestly, it was the alarm that gave it away. Sophia could still hear it. But even without it, she could... feel something wrong in the air, even as she ran full-pelt down a corridor, her sidearm drawn and pointed at the floor. She wasn't even sure which level she was on, or where exactly she was headed. She just followed the wrong feeling, and tried not to friendly-fire whenever something that wasn't dangerous to her showed up suddenly.
She had just showered (in fact, her hair still looked a bit wet) and changed from her fatigues to something more comfortable, a muscle-shirt that showed off how fit she was better than her digital-camo jacket and body armor, and a pair of baggy jeans. She still had her holster for her sidearm, though. She never went anywhere without her sidearm.
Honestly, it was the alarm that gave it away. Sophia could still hear it. But even without it, she could... feel something wrong in the air, even as she ran full-pelt down a corridor, her sidearm drawn and pointed at the floor. She wasn't even sure which level she was on, or where exactly she was headed. She just followed the wrong feeling, and tried not to friendly-fire whenever something that wasn't dangerous to her showed up suddenly.
She had just showered (in fact, her hair still looked a bit wet) and changed from her fatigues to something more comfortable, a muscle-shirt that showed off how fit she was better than her digital-camo jacket and body armor, and a pair of baggy jeans. She still had her holster for her sidearm, though. She never went anywhere without her sidearm.