@Chiro:  *KLONG!*  "Found it." The professor blinks.  "Gah... all right... looks like a gas can, smells faintly of gas... good.  Good." He shuffles his way over to the generator, avoiding the passage dropping into the orange glow.  Feeling up the generator, a few moments later, some gurgling, sloshing, and biting stench, and it sputters to life.  A great freight cart waits along the pulley system, the chains and cords of which descend into the fiery orange beyond.<br/><br/>@Ome:  "Y-yes.  Yes, absolutely, ma'am." She gulps, staring nervously at the bulge and biting her lower lip in fear.  Fear that her other might not make it out?  Or perhaps that she might be joining her?  Her eyes trace back to yours.  "I really don't think anyone will mess with you after this, you really ARE good, and we'll let them know..." She promises aloud.<br/><br/>@KavenBach: "Ah... no! Go ahead and clean up." He glances sideways out the window. It was getting to be close to sunup, that is, an overcast from the countryside meant that a few hours would bring the day again. "We should be fine. Aside from..." He coughs. "Aside from being on the lamb and all. Which reminds me how freaking hungry I'm getting..." He stares off outside. "There's a Twentyfour-Seven just down the block. Can I trust you two to play nice?" He cocks an eyebrow. "Do you want anything while I'm gone? Should I take Tim with me?" He adds, asking you politely.