Well, not exactly -- Olivia's still awake, she just hasn't left it. Jesus, get some dinner and go to a movie at a decent hour, you freaks. Kids these days! She's trying to decide on her hair, and elects for the sporty-yet-sexy ponytail. She's tying up her shoes and just getting up to get her jacket when we can see feet outside her door. Gas starts piping in, and in just a few seconds -- I guess it would have to be, to prevent Olivia from reacting -- she's unconscious on the floor.
A couple of dudes in gas masks and hair nets come in, with one of them going to a corner and we get a camera's-eye view of him approaching the ... security sensor? He flips open the cover and plugs something in. The other guy's got a briefcase full of syringes full of -- Cortexiphan! "Should we move her to the bet?" His partner says there's no need: "She's not gonna remember the last two hours anyway. When she wakes up, she's gonna have one hell of a headache." They inject her in the back of the neck, close up the briefcase and stroll out, past -- who else -- Nina, who at least has the good sense to look conflicted as she leaves and closes the door.
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