Built with a generous grant from one of the University's benefactors, this clinic serves both the University and the incoming students of the Institute. More severe injuries are stabilized here first, then medevaced to nearby Muir Island.
"No hitting the snooze button now..." she mumbles, perhaps getting a little too into her own metaphor of kickstarting neural activity as she turns up the signal strength.
"Will there's no lid! Bollocks..." she mumbles. Then she places her hand against the reinforced glass and absorbs enough to push her hand through and into the clay. "Will it's me."
Robin lets out a shriek and Sara shifts to stone entirely, turning her back to the vat and the WillGoo. She hunches over to shield Robin who seems to roll up into a tighter ball than would be usually possible.