With her eyes still fixed on the laptop in front of her, Bernadette is now standing up excitedly. Her tipped over chair lays on the floor behind her, near a fresh new dent in the wall.

Although she does not notice, Yusuf finally reacts – swiveling his neck just enough to peer through the glass in order to witness her behavior – but only for the briefest of moments. With a shrug of his eyes, he returns his gaze back to the empty hallway.