"You would have been notified." It doesn't take a rocket scientist -- or a head geneticist -- to figure out that Duv's somewhere he doesn't belong right now, even if he's not strictly not allowed here. At least he looks at her directly. That, she appreciates.

"How may I assist you?"

Haut-speak, of course, for what the fuck do you want and how can I shove you out of here.