Sharon sips at her coffee as the assistant shows Nurse Hart a light harness wired up with all the sensors already in place. "So it can go under her shirt," he says, and gestures at Bucky. "The Sergeant's already wearing his."

The nurse carefully checks everything, then nods, satisfied, and lifts the harness as Sharon heads into the makeshift changing area. It's the work of a moment to slip the harness on and for Nurse Hart to adjust it, then to put her shirt over it again.

She comes back out once she's dressed, and the lab assistants descend to finish hooking the wires of the harness to the boxes and machinery nearby. "This is an improvement," she observes, taking a seat on a stool near Bucky.