The sergeant was surprised to see her break down like this all of a sudden. He didn't take his eyes off her. Suddenly he realized that she wasn't simply a young woman in the middle of a freakshow. She was also the head of the facility - and the facility was falling apart around her. Her people were dying, her research was being destroyed. Poor Terra, he thought, suddenly softened. He stood there helpless, with his hands up like an ape in uniform, not sure what to do. Finally he decided.<br/><br/>"OK, alright," he said quietly. "Look. I'm putting the gun down. See? Now you come here and give me that damn scan because I'm pretty sure I hear noises behind that door and I don't wanna stand around when the insane Da Vinci walks in and decided my body is due for an impressionist work of art, right? It's alright, Terra, I'm not infected, goddam it!"<br/><br/>He slowly lowered his body and put the Showstopper on the floor next to his feet. He took another step away from the door. The gun was in a position that would allow him to grab it while tumbling forward, if the situation required it. "See," he repeated. "It's down. Nothing to worry about. Keep the gun at me if you want, just don't shoot me before you scan me..." His words faded. His throat really hurt.