You reach forward to fiddle with the lock - and then stop. Your current emulation is... volatile. You're reasonably certain that you're Master would describe him as 'literally a psychopath', but you try to be charitable about it. Regardless, you are at an impasse. You're pretty sure that you can remember the combination for the lock with a little focus - that information was part of the packet of information that formed your Ego after all. However, your simmering hatred for the ape spawn that put your master in there is mixing with your current forms exceedingly violent tendencies, leaving you feeling like you should make your displeasure known.
You take a deep breath to consider.
Then... you act.
You draw your Zanpakuto, and make your fury known. A howling gale rips open the doors on the nearby lockers as you narrow your focus and sweep the blade outward, ripping the wall of lockers in front of you, and indeed, going all the way to either end of the hallway, clear from the wall, leaving only your Master untouched.
As the door of the locker comes free, you are treated to the sight of your Master's unconscious form. She is pale almost to the point of being nearly deathly so, and her hands are soaked red with blood where - in her panic - she had begun desperately scrabbling against the steel walls of her prison.
"Tch." You spit, quickly stepping forward and pulling her into your arms as she falls backwards out of her coffin. You ignore the spattering of offal and gore that spills out of the thing alongside her, and disregard the brownish-red stains that are no doubt ruining your white haori.
You stare down at the girl who's power fuels your existence and ponder what to do next. Powers like you don't usually have self-determination, and so you are briefly lost as to what to do. You briefly consider flaring your spiritual power hard enough to drive everyone in the building to their knees in suffocating pain but another quick glance at your Master nixes that thought. You have to prioritize her safety before anything else.
Safety that is very much in doubt once you allow yourself to fully take in her battered and wounded state. She's barely breathing, her chest rising and falling in shallow laboured breaths.
A quick check of your Emulations memories, as well as what you've gleaned from your Master, indicate to you that the best place to go when this type of situation pops up would be the hospital. Nothing in your shared set of experiences immediately contradicts this fact so you Blitz it. You never learned the Flash Step Technique but the strength to cause minor earthquakes by stomping hard enough translates into quite a lot of horsepower when applied to forward motion.
Of course, it takes you roughly thirty seconds of travel to realize you actually have no idea where you are going. Your shared memories allow you to understand what a Hospital is but that doesn't mean you know where one is.
You also get the distinct impression that if you don't get your Master to a medical professional soon, you are going to go down in history as the most useless projection ever.
Thankfully, your headlong rush has attracted enough attention that you might be able to ask the person over there trying to get your attention for directions.
Sure she appears to be flying straight at you with absolutely zero intention of slowing down, but obviously that's just because she understands how urgent this is.