Who: Lori Hamilton, Dr. Finitevus (and Partner?)
What: In which a (normally-not-so) little girl is kidnapped!
When: April 29th, morning. [slightly front-dated.] [Thanks for pointing out I screwed up, Caryl! :V]
Where: Inside the DATS Neon Garage.
Lori couldn't help but be rather annoyed with the entire situation. These viruses were, after all, very bothersome. Especially now that she couldn't use her bike, because she couldn't see over the handlebars.
"Ooooh I hate this place hate it hate it HATE IT!!!!", she couldn't help but shout out. Her maturity level had dropped along with her apparent age, it seemed. "Can't even use my stupid cannon!"
She kicked the tire of her motorcycle in annoyance. She wasn't even strong enough to push it outside, or work on it in any meaningful way - after all, she'd developed the strength needed to work on the device after she'd joined the Thunderhog Riders, which wasn't until five years after her current age.
"Stupid annoying..."