We now move to a train in "North Eastern France." Sean and Vicky are discussing their next move. Vicky doesn't want to go to Siberia because it's too cold. She makes a big deal out of it being ten degrees there. It can't possibly be the same temperature everywhere in Siberia, can it? Sean admits that they don't have much of a lead ("Murmansk," "Siberia," and "Irina Bogdanov"), but he thinks they had even less than that when they came to France. That's not even true! They had a specific target, knew where his dig was taking place, and Vicky had a safe house and a source of information in the area. That's much better than their current situation. Vicky sighs and says, "All right. Non-terrestrials. Weapons of Mass Destruction. Count me in. I'll help you." "Why?" "Don't try to analyze me, Sean. Just take "Yes" as an answer." She's acting like she just learned about the non-terrestrials, but the character knew about them even before Sean did. Sean has been on his laptop, searching passports and passenger manifests but finally finds Irina Bogdanov, which is a ship currently docked at the port of Murmansk. So now all they have to do is ride this train to Murmansk. I guess in this universe, there's the Morez-to-Murmansk express. In the real world, it appears to take about forty hours, according to someone in the forums. I wonder how long it will take Sean and Vicky to get there?
Let's go to that ship in Murmansk right now! In the Clean Room, Hazmat Joe talks about how well preserved the mummy is, then uses a bolt cutter to get through the ribs. Above decks (that means upstairs, I think), there's a discussion between the guy who's in charge and the guy who isn't. The guy who isn't says that the men are worried and want more money. The guy who is in charge says, "You don't like the job, then quit. You're not getting more money. Now go get me another pack of smokes. I'm out." So he's a tough negotiator.
Back in the Clean Room, Hazmat Joe continues to narrate his activities to an empty room. Good thing, too, because how else would we know that the lungs are magnificent, or that he thinks they'll have very good results? Hazmat Joe is breathing pretty heavily during all this, possibly because he's carrying a heavy load of exposition. He's also something of a klutz, apparently. Because he drops something, then, in shock, uses a scalpel to cut through his Hazmat glove and his own skin. Nice job, dummy. And he reacts the way you're specifically not to: he runs through the plastic tent and pounds on the door (hatch?) and shouts, "I've cut my suit. I need you to let me out." There's a guy on the other side of the door, but he seems dubious. "Please! Open the door! Please!" The guy's doing it! That's dumb. He deserves the horrible death he's obviously about to get.