"It's... hard to say. She still lives, but our medics are working hard to get her fully stable. We're having to work carefully; she's apparently lashing out at anyone who hurts her."<br/><br/>He gets the impression that the minions<em>might</em>have hastily reassembled the RV, in the hour before he got back, but it's hard to tell. The small pile of screws and other small, innocuous objects that look like they might have gone missing when something was put back together is only a little worrying, but everything<em>seems</em>to be in order, on a casual examination. Regardless, his rest is uneventful, and when he wakes, there's coffee and donuts available in the conference room, where the group from the prior night's mission gathers. "Alright, so, tell me what happened," Natalya begins, prompting someone to speak up. She doesn't sound upset, just wants to hear the full story, from them.