I don't... I don't know. The data was incomplete. I don't think they created the most recent wormholes, but it's hard to say.

[ Allura hates feeling helpless, and she hates seeming helpless; fortunately, Keith's hand on her shoulder helps her center herself. Both of her hands reach up, fisting into the fabric of his jacket, and she closes her eyes as she takes in a long, juddering breath then slowly releases it.

Whether or not she believes things will be okay is immaterial--Keith's level head is what she needs in the moment. She nods, fingers uncurling. ]

Yes, of course. It will be fine. We just need to focus. [ This said more to herself than to him. Her voice is more businesslike when she straightens up. ]

The device wasn't in the laboratory. I'm not certain it's even in the compound. But wherever it is, we need to prevent them from using it.