#dr. bug

Bug's mind has been racing. Too many thoughts for anyone stable to keep up with, but given their state of being and their circumstances they're able to almost make sense of it. At least enough to form a plan. "Terry we need to leave." "hhow??" "There's an emergency exit down the hall and to the left- it'll start wailing as soon as we leave but given the state of things I don't think it matters. If you have anything important in here you should get it." And with that they start gathering things. They haphazardly shove a few smaller plants in their bag, along with a few weird vials of stuff and an old notebook and pen. Terry joins in, though since they've only been here for like, a week total, they have no idea what's important. They settle on taking a bit of scrap fabric and a few buttons.