"Fine, you want more physical company, especially with the Overseer on standby, you've got it."  Greggory raised his hand, bringing his panic button from his pocket and pressing it.  "And what do you mean 'fortify?'  We can't just stay here!  We've got to try to help the others, deal with the one's who have escaped by diplomacy if we can, by force if necissary.  Otherwise, what stops the escapees from going around us to the surface?  Locking ourselves down doesn't seem to be any more than self-serving."  Greggory starts walking, not toward the door that gives him a sick feeling in his gut, but the other way, back the way he was headed before he was intercepted by whatever was in that cell.