Ryuuzaki looked almost precisely how she felt, with the addition of being perhaps more disheveled than usual. He seemed to cultivate the look intentionally, though, so that might not be much of an indication of anything. Before she could make any polite -- or overly inquisitive -- inquiries, he summoned a young blonde woman out of the dark. Early twenties, with an expression of determination that Lana found distinctly reminiscent of not one, but at least three people. Offhand.

She put familiarity aside and gave her a quick once-over. She hadn't seen this woman -- Nina -- here before, though the last few days were a bit of a blur. And obviously worried about Ryuuzaki, which spoke well for her even if she was fairly confident the man was at least comfortable with the risks he was taking with his health.

"Lana Skye," Lana said, standing up straight and holding out a gloved hand. Then she raised both eyebrows at Ryuuzaki. They had very little time to waste on pleasantries, especially since two of them were battling exhaustion. "It seems both possibilities we discussed have collapsed into one. The X-Ray room it is." She reclaimed her hand, and straightened her coat. "I presume he's filled you in?"