Solarix is sitting in one of the rooms in the hospital, a few attendants nearby as he talks to them casually. Paint had been stripped off him in preparation of the upgrades of course, guardsmen crawling over the hospital itself this day. Murusa is one such guard as she made sure that her Angels got this particular mission to watch the hospital so things are undisturbed. Right now she's at the door between the hallway and the room where Solarix sits. A literal living door. Murusa listens quietly, not interrupting as she speaks softly back through her radio.