The pod lock cycles; the hatch beside Ivan dilates.

Decidedly off the script, a tall broad-shouldered man comes hurtling through it, catching himself on the handlebar next to the hatch and turning his rapid trajectory into a dead-stop float. The hair remaining on his scalp is white, but his face is bare of any more - he doesn't even have eyebrows. His lips move, but he emits no sound other than a faint panting; and after a shocked instant spent staring at the pair of them, his hand darts tensely to the left side of his gray-trimmed mauve vest, reaching for an inner pocket.