He's not even up for that scan, he's tired. Some instinct tells him to get out of the door, as it frames his silhouette, so he enters the room, doing his best to stay upright despite the fever his body simply isn't built to handle. His soul integrated far better than theirs.

"Sunny?" His voice is tremulous. He's pretty sure they're in here, but leaning on a wall and looking around, he's distracted by the mess. This will take a while.