Indeed: there he is. There they are, heading for the library stairs, en route to the incident two floors above. Viktor is carrying one of Research's devices—protectively, now, as though it may be snatched from his grasp at the first lapse in awareness. He looks as unhealthy as usual, otherwise, and as stern-browed as one may expect him to be.

Likewise in a hush: "I don't know what he is."