Tyche looks at Lena, makes a face that can be described as 'why the hell am I the one handling the social interaction,' and turns back to Cordelia. "Since it does not appear to be useful for scrying where they are, I think it can be cleaned up. The other --" she turns to Aisilian's beta fork. "Can you check whether anything in this room is contaminated with the virus? I doubt," (this to Cordelia again), "that you want to carry it back to Nexus on your clothes or hair."