(In the hope that this will not affect XHawkerX's reply too drastically, I will reply now)<br/><br/>((All))<br/>The director seemed not to lay attention to the questions and frustrations that her subjects were giving, her face blank and impassive. Why should she lay attention to the bleating of sheep. She would, however, gesture to the far corner of the room, where several items were piled up in neat rows.<br/><br/>"There you will find the belongings that were removed from your persons at the time of your arrival." She eventually said. Her monotone was as blank as her appearance, but there was something...disturbing about it. As if a hint of malice were deep beneath her otherwise empty tones. "Feel free to dress and arm yourselves accordingly."<br/><br/>She took a puff on her cigarette, tossing the butt away. "You may try to escape now, if you like. None of my people will try to stop you. However, for those of you who want answers, and are not too stupid to think that you can actually escape, may come see my in my chambers."<br/><br/>She stepped to the rising platform, looking back at them as it started to rise. "Of course, you will have to find my chambers yourself."