Hammer's complete inability to think things through should not have been so consistently surprising, but Bobbi really did expect a lot from people. He was supposed to be a scientist after all, and they were a thorough and thoughtful breed. Not that she wanted to be anything like Hammer. They would need the guards to get Kurt out of his cell anyway, and then the collar off of him, but then once they injected the guards (without being killed, being that it would be essentially Bobbi vs. a bunch of mutants since Hammer was such a useless drip and they couldn't even say for sure that all of the guards had penetrable skin) with whatever Hammer was thinking what were they supposed to do? Not that it mattered-- here they were.
Bobbi tensed at the sound of the door, tucking her notes under her pillow and palming her pen as she grabbed Hammer by the front of the shirt to drag him out of her line of sight. Kurt knew his act, but it would be better if Bobbi could distract them from looking too closely-- Coulson? "Who's fault is that, Phyllis?" she asked, grabbing her notebook again dutifully and rushing by him to get anything necessary. "Director," she acknowledged more soberly as she swept the mess from her workstation, grabbing only her samples and the USB from its port. So much for Hammer's half-baked plans. "We have to get him out," she said as she rushed, nodding Kurt's way. "His name is Kurt Wagner and he's been cured." She stopped then, abruptly, clutching a stoppered tube of clear liquid, feeling that for the first time and stared at Fury as if he could confirm what she had just said.