Raising a brow faintly as Sommers left the marines and him at the doorway, Dr. Catseye looked at the Sergeant and then spoke seriously. "I carry a pistol with me still but I think that the most it can do is give you a sign something has gone wrong elsewhere if I have to pull it out and shoot. So I'll be trusting my life in your hands here. Hopefully I can help repay the favor in turn, find out something that can help us and increase our odds of survival later." He nodded to the marines, thinking it was best to try and make some friendly comment at least, but he was pretty bad at social interaction to begin with, his expression pretty much a firm serious one in this whole situation.<br/><br/>"Hmm, she told us to wait, but I think I'll go look what's going on. I'm not much help here." He nodded to the Sergeant then heading for the control room, though trying to keep some distance from the blonde woman. The officer was somehow intimidating, something about her made him wary.<em>She might sense him.</em>He grimaced.<em>Caution would be a wiser path.</em>He knew that he needed to contain the panic and he needed to think things through.<br/><br/>He needed information, and that meant visiting the command center's control room. He also needed to make sure to not drive the officer angry to the point of coming too close. Not too often. It might be risky, at some point. For now, he headed for the same room, wanting to hear what was going on, all they knew of at least.