There are many things that one might expect when they hear an explosive shriek of metal. A resurgence of necromorphs. An explosive tear in the outer hull. Even one of the heating units stressed to blow after several days without maintenance coaxing the systems along.

One generally, does not expect to look up at a face full of flying pussycat. Vennett gets up, the startled yell muffled, at the clinging feline, and only manages to tip himself over backwards as the chair he was seated at was just as frozen in time.

This ridiculous scene disappears from view as they drop behind the computer laden desk.