[ Kimiko tips her arm upward to indicate a small, plastic spherical device affixed to the ceiling. A red light on it pulses hectically as it continues to shriek and bellow with its synthesised alarm.
A chair skids noisily across the kitchenette linoleum as she drags it over, stepping on it, reaching up... And then, unwisely, punches the alarm. The plastic crumples and breaks, a few sparks jump out.
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A chair skids noisily across the kitchenette linoleum as she drags it over, stepping on it, reaching up... And then, unwisely, punches the alarm. The plastic crumples and breaks, a few sparks jump out.
The noise has stopped, at least. ]