[With the terminal alive for the foreseeable future, Angel turns to face her... rescuer? Or something far more nefarious. There's a sense of paranoia lurking in the back of her head, imploring her to consider that perhaps Judy alerted one of the staff members to her meddling, but she does her best to keep a straight face.]

Yes. [To Elizabeth's disbelief:] It seems we're greatly underestimating what the monitors are capable of. I imagine it could play into why the staff is keen on collecting them.

[But enough of that. She gingerly leans back on whatever surface the terminals are propped up on, presumably a table, and begins to rub at her bloodied face.]

I was... attempting access data hidden from the public eye. [A beat, and then—] I succeeded, but Judy wasn't too happy about it. She booted me off the system before I could get too far, and then rendered me unconscious.

[She's skimming over details, but she still feels odd and disorientated. It's better if she deals with one thing at a time.]