Get her possesions

Samantha is aware of how running from the scene leaving an **** man lying on the floor will look to any security officers. The further she is from the hospital security's hands the safer she'd feel. However, the idea of running out into the streets leaving the last of her ties to Earth behind is unbearable.

When the doors open at the random floor, Samantha quickly types in '000' and the elevator promptly begins its descent. She's thankful that Thern had mentioned the floor number. This time when the elevator doors open she steps into the hallway and sees a directory on the facing wall. The doors close behind her as she reads the information on the sign. If this is not the right floor she may have to jimmy the call panel again, but she felt confident in Rhiain's ability to bypass whatever system the elevator doors were equipped with that kept them from working earlier.

'The doors only respond to authorized IP chips.' The thought flashes into her head unbidden. "Thanks Rhiain” she replies aloud before looking at the directory. It seems odd in a world where people had 'Links' to get information that there would still be old-fashioned signs that told people where to find what they were looking for, but she was grateful all the same. Most of the suites are devoted to mundane operations like diagnostic labs, loading docks, janitorial services and information services. She scans the remaining options looking for anything that could indicate storage or lockers and finds a section of the floor marked as 'Patient Services and Holdings'

Nothing else looks even remotely close so she follows the arrow to her left until she arrives at a set of double doors painted grey and scuffed with multiple marks where carts and bins had bumped and scraped against the doors. The contrast between the drab appearance of the basement floor with the immaculate opulence of the patient floor she had been staying on was jarring. Samantha doubts that many patients are ever sent down to this level, if that was the case then someone must be sent down to retrieve the belongings whenever a patient was checking out.

If she is lucky, that person was sometimes one of the custodians and her uniform pants and top would not appear too out of place. She peeks through the gap in the door and sees a bored looking elderly woman staring at a computer monitor. Unlike the young male orderly, this gray-haired woman seems unlikely to respond to her youth and beauty positively, especially if she relies on smiling and looking incompetent.

But what approach will work?