"What's the situation? Talk to me, Adora." A lot of possibilities are on Saturday's mind, too many to be anything but a distraction, so she shoves them aside and focuses on dropping down the stairwell. She never takes the elevator in this place anymore. Doesn't trust it. She curses that now, as she tumbles into rough landing. And Jorg's shitty maintenance most of all.

"Which end of the rig?"