ResearchDirector : Initiate emergency protocol: SPAM THE CONTROLS, FLAIL WILDLY!

Panic only overtakes you for a short time, disoriented as you still are from getting kicked in the solar plexus. The intense beeping sound you suddenly hear carves an icy trail through your neurons, tracing an urgent question in need of a more urgent answer. Even deprived of breath and sight, your sharp mind will surely find it.

WhiteDwarf does a cool backflip. That one doesn't register in your brain, even though she wishes it would.

ResearchDirector: If you teleported, would it take the C4 with it? And the bag?