A strange chemical scent wafts through the room, and the sound of armored heels on the floor both preceed Firestar's arrival. Her head pokes in, a cigar clamped between her teeth as she looks left and she looks right to make sure that nobody is present. Then she makes a beeline straight for the table where Elita lies. Very briefly, she runs a scanner over the other's frame. Then, she is timestopped. Perceptor nods at Firestar. "Thank you for attending to her. Your efforts are greatly appreciated."