Standing right at Gero's side, Ochazuke raised his hand, arm stretched and slowly pressed forward until he had gradually wedged a barrier between her and the pod. At the threshold, between Gero and her realization, a cold stare at her left a warning.
"This isn't the sort of disposable issue meant for trial and error," he said, his tone slowly righting itself. "You said it yourself Wilhelm, if the process is an exacting one." His meditation field swept again over the Cryo-Tube, the crack in the surface an increasingly pernicious gash. Pressing his lips together until they blanched, his brow furrowed.
"Passing into sealed space even with a 'passive' breach like this, that would rupture a delicate, contained balance." He turned around, tracing the origin point of the pattern, studying the surface interface, trained upon the silent details left behind apart from its steel and glass.
"...Adam, come here." He held a folded finger before his chin. "Can you reiterate what your course of action was here?"