Ana Bray is studying her monitors in the Clovis Bray facility when you bring her Zavala's message.

"Look at this," she says, indicating a jumble of sine waves in front of her. "Harmonic oscillations. What if, before the Darkness did… whatever it did to him, Rasputin initiated an emergency upload and—"

There's a screeching burst of Hive interference. Her screens flicker as her console reboots.

For a moment, Ana flares with furious Light that scorches her keypad. Then she turns to you, dead calm.

"I could use some support, Guardian."

You draw your weapon. She smiles.