To be honest, this is the time in your life that you've been least pleased to hear the theme tune of the A-Team.
The merry ditty jingles away for a few moments, and as you switch off your phone, you pray that Seitzman didn't hear it. How could she have, you ask yourself. It's such a tiny source, after all.
You look back up at the monstrous substitute, who is now standing up from her place at the computer. You duck back further under the table, preparing to run at a moment's notice if she decides to head your way.
But no, she's merely concluded her business, and about to leave the lab.
Only she doesn't seem to be in any rush. She turns on the spot, her feet stomping down with incredible force from even the slightest movement as she uses them to pivot. It's almost as if she's looking for something.
Oh, no! As well as wiping the professor's data, she must intend to steal the prototype of the matter transposer, the very device that you clutch in your tiny, little hands! And you doubt that she's going to leave here without it. She's looking high and low for it and could stumble upon you any moment.
Your choices are few, really. Time is running out one way or the other.
You could confront her now as you are. Offer her the machine in exchange for restoring you to full size. You'll say nothing of her activities and let her go on her way unmolested.
You could try your best to hide from her for the six minutes before the machine powers up again, then shrink her down and apprehend her.
You could make a desperate call for help with your phone. She didn't hear it earlier, so maybe you can get away with it undetected.
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