When he's gone she settles into the chair, watching the scan with all the attention she can muster; it's been a long day, and she'd be in bed if everything were going well.
(But at least she only has the scan to worry about, and not the walls and the floor. At least she can watch the clock tick over and be sure that time is passing as it should. She's had far worse nights.)
The entry-request is the last thing she's really expecting, and it jars her sufficiently that they have to try again before she gets the speaker on. "Yes?"