Nina's brow furrows. She listens to words like 'scan' that... probably mean something a bit more than look in this context, and can think of absolutely nothing helpful to add. There must be something that can be done, there is always something that can be done, but she doesn't know what. Yet.

She takes a deep breath and lifts her hands - they're shaking a little, this is all just so much - to smooth back her hair before she shakes her head. "I'm afraid this is a bit out of my areas of expertise." A Fabrikator would be so useful right now, but she wasn't going to ask after anyone specifically; Childe had said they'd be out of their cells soon enough, and Nina hadn't sensed any deception. "But if I do think of something that might work, I'll let you know."

Because she is Willing to Cooperate, you see.