OOC:
@ Sam: Ouch, this is going to be a critical failure...
Edit: Oh yeah, checked your Robotic % and figured out you were using the old specialization rules which I disliked... I had changed them
here.
Sam tries to carefully remove Trudy's CPU, hoping to save her companion's personality and hopefully transfer it to a new robotic body, however, a surge of emotions swell up as she's working on the "corpse" of what has been her only companion for so long. She tries to work as best she can through the sudden tears blurring her vision, slow, methodical... until she hears a loud audible "snap". This can't be good...
Meanwhile, Sorrack sneaks to the stairwell, confident his squishy "tiptoes" are making him as silent as the wind. He peers into the stairs the group had taken mere moments ago and notice several new "crab" holes which were not there before, but they all seem to be leaking some nauseous liquid that Sorrack, judging by the acrid smell, deduces must be metal-eating, acid-spewing crab viscera.