In a matter of FUCKING seconds, security guards busted open Dr. Lopez's door but all they saw was a group of people staring at each other, shocked to fuck, but my attention was someplace else.
You see, as Dr. Lopez screamed for her dear life, her little—no, her moderately-sized "device" flew up in the air and got stuck in the ceiling—wobbling and shit—and god knows how much longer it would be there because of the weight of said "device".
And if it fell, it would most definitely land either on the table or on Dr. Lopez's head, and it was just a bloody concussion waiting to happen.
One of the guards finally spoke up after the brief silence, "W-What's going on here?! Dr. Lopez, are you okay?! We heard a scream and—"
Dr. Lopez quickly snapped back to reality as she glared at the guards and shooed them away, "I-It's nothing! I was just s-surprised by my d-daughter and her friends! W-We're fine! We're totally fine! Carry on! Carry on!"