Despite her immediate aversion towards being touched, the truth is that Safronov is too weary and it hurts too much for her to struggle. Her time is shorter than expected and she has no room to complain.

"No," Safronov says, still wincing a little after Alphys' yelling. Her head is pounding and loud noises are the last thing she wishes to hear, and yet-- "Would be easier to have conduit of sorts. Will have to make do with what I have. May I use your equipment one more time?"

Without even pausing for an answer, she starts to take a step forward, towards the supercomputer where Safronov had first woken in front of. Then staggers, bringing her shoulder back to the wall again.

Fuck. She is tired.