Safronov is patient. She doesn't want to exert herself when she's in this state, so she doesn't get up when she hears the door open and a familiar voice in the room.

Yes, that is certainly the man she had spoken to on the phone, and he is certainly something far from human. Safronov's eyes narrow as she shifts in her seat to look at him, the blood at least cleaned from her face so that little distraction won't be in the way.

She seriously starts to question the judgment of her successor, but that is neither here nor there. What matters is whether or not he possesses the hardware necessary to act as a conduit.

"Need your help," Safronov calls before Alphys could respond to Nick herself.