Elorna's gaze would quickly float to Silvia, a grin spreading upon her lips. "Oh, if you must insist~" she'd stand from the web, strutting over to her Drider coworker, swaying her hips elegantly in her stride. Whilst walking, she'd flash a devilish smirk toward Jon. "Didn't you hear her, my dear? You're not going anywhere just yet~"<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Olivier would listen closely to the tape as Chris would press play, eyes widening in a mix of shock and horror as the speech would go on. Biting down hard on his lips in an attempt to mask his slight nervousness, Olivier would shoot a worried glance around at the two other guards, inhaling sharply as he'd make his way over to the table. "We should waste no time in slacking off here, then. Now, what do we have to work with here..." he'd proceed to inspect the table.