Natalya blinked, looking up from where she'd been cleaning her pistol during her turn of the world's most boring duty, aka, guarding the door to Rapture. She lifted the radio and thumbed the talk button.

"Da, am hear you. State your name and position, if you are in danger or not. I am not aware of any excursions into city at this times, are you-" She frowned, feeling exasperated by a sudden twist of concern.

"Are you just arrive?"