The home-turned-lab is askew but nowhere near as much as it had been the in the first few moments, Heartman's makeshift barricade mostly cleaned. Darling and Heartman have tried their best to arrange things back to their proper order, but it's been slightly difficult to put everything back properly.

Namely, the amount of paper and notes that Heartman is currently scrambling through, combing through different pieces, frowning, so lost in thought that he doesn't register Randvi until she physically says something. His back straightens from where he's been slightly hunched over, a stack of papers in his hand, brows furrowed.

"Randvi."

And just like that, his brow furrows deeper, clocking the other's injuries, visible worry spreading his mouth and causing him to frown.

"Randvi, you look---please, take a seat!"