Glam doesn't even wait for the bot to finish before a copy has conjured smelling salts to bring to Rewind. She doesn't even stir - apparently the squinting kicks in before they can have an effect. They keep watching the feeds, because someone has to, Night is still too threatening, but- "It'll be fine, it'll be fine," they repeat to themself over and over, whispering, not using the comms. "Do you have any ideas?" they ask the bots.