Z looked towards Brand, sticking out her bottom lip slightly at seeing him frustrated. She still held her hands close to her chest and didn't intend on moving them until the small crowd of shadowy people that surrounded her disappeared. She opened her mouth to say something, momentarily forgetting she couldn't speak, but all that came out was a soft, barely audible squeak. She stopped herself short before she really hurt her throat, there was a small twang of pain, and signed with one hand to Brand, "[i]In time[/i]."
Ace blew out a long breath. "Eti troye beznadezhny*," he grumbled to himself. "As fun as that was, I think that's all the assessment I need for the time being." He clicked on his wrist band and the dummies disappeared. 
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to run a few standard tests, medical things mostly, to get a synopsis of your well-being and the like," He asked them, replacing his expressive look to the stone cold look.

*Эти трое безнадежны