Sofia was looking for someone rather than waking up. She couldn't say she was familiar with anyone here but if she turned up dead almost like this broad on the table then maybe someone she knew might as well. She couldn't help the stab of guilt ripping through her gut. She shouldn't be wishing for a companion in Satan's freezer but hey. Some company is better than none.

There isn't much to scavenge in the morgue aside from rusted and nearly unusable surgical tools she is sure have seen far too many autopsies. "Shit!" Her heart nearly leaps out of her chest and she catches a pan before it can clatter to the ground.

"You weren't breathin' a second ago. What the fuck?" Keep it together, Sofia. "Uh yeah. Whaddya wanna know?" Real smooth recovery there. Jesus Christ.