“They moved the fucking furniture!” Olivia roared, so loud James thought he could hear her voice through the outside of his environment suit. “Back up, translator.” She ripped a pouch off her belt, removing something from inside. She fumbled with it for a moment, before taking a few steps to the side and spreading it out along the wall between the door and the single window. “I picked this one because there wasn’t a back door,” she said. “Look at the drones, Doctor. Are any of them trying to make a run for it?”