"Dr. Goldpaw," Baelheit says, an uncharacteristically emotive look of surprise crossing his face. He can't say he had any real expectations one way or another for who else he'd find here, but it's been some time since they'd met in person. She's always been a little eccentric for his tastes, but he's never disliked her, and he respects her as a brilliant mind in the field all the same. Besides that, she's sort of fascinating on an objective level, and she's given Mintaka Industries some healthy competition. She's looking worse for the wear now, though, as he most certainly is himself. Wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, he leans forward, looking vaguely concerned.

"How can you tell?" he asks, bemused; there's no light from the outside in here, and he's too disoriented to be able to discern how long he'd been out. He frowns slightly. "Are you all right?"