"Wow, you guys are still here?" The three of them jumped at hearing the voice of an armoured changeling at the door. Jacques pulled out his sword, Thorax reached for the stiletto strapped to the back of her foreleg, and Quartz just stood stock-still in fright, thinking the presence of one guard meant more and that any escape would be thwarted by a sudden and painful run-in with heavily armoured changelings. The guard kicked a lump of broken wood. "You know, I would've thought after that little light show at the palace, you guys would have tried to find a more secure hole to dig under."