Baz's eyes open as the third blood bag is hooked up, and he looks around. "Mhrrghfflll..." he groans, blinking and pulling a cigar from his pocket. He sparks up. Now the important things are taken care of, he clears his throat and calls out. "Oi! Ye wazzocks!" he growls, the sandpaper in his throat clearly audible. "Ge' Sara. Mad should be reportin' in right now, and Sara'll wannae listen te her. Or whatever's in the room she's in."<br/><br/>_________________________<br/><br/>From behind the lady, Mad makes eye contact with Mark for the tiniest fraction of a second. Her expression does not change, but there's a glint in his eye that'll let the S.E.M leader know that has at least one friend amongst the furs. She continues a scan of the room, making it look like a routine scan...