You desperately try to stop your leg from shaking, but it only seems to make it worse. One twelfth of its original size? That means that you're just slightly over six inches tall. That is, if you're still even human. As you regain some composure, you run your hands along your body. It seems like it's all still there. Your face still feels like it's your face.
"Does it work on living things?" Silvana asks, for the first time betraying a hint of interest.
"Oh yes," cackles Thompson. "What do you think happened to the former director? Let's head up to my office and I'll show you his new home."
Suddenly, several booming clacks get closer and closer and, as you feel the crate lifted into the air, you feel an involuntary warmth flow down your leg. Thankfully, though, the crate is not opened, but is instead placed on the table next to the device.
You close your eyes and try to imagine being anywhere else, in any other circumstances.