Warren shook his head, minutely, and rose from his chair. "No." He didn't need anything, and Alan wasn't a nuisance. He stretched his body out, though his wings stayed folded tight in deference to the relatively tight quarters.

"If you're willing to stay with him, I'll take those files to the Professor. He isn't down far now, and he'll... have an easier time of it, if I'm not here the moment he opens his eyes." Which was to say Scott wouldn't immediately try and slam up the facade. Part of the reason Hank was giving Scott more space. "Make sure you're ready to hand him his visor when he comes around."

Staying blind was not Scott's favorite thing.

Warren turned to go and said, "Thank you."

Scott was in good hands. So, actually, was Sand.