Dugan nods quickly. "My lips are sealed," he says quietly, then draws a finger across his lips like he's closing a zipper. For a second, that quick grin reappears on his face, before concern clouds his features again. "Is it very dangerous?" he whispers, just as the men turn around to escort them again. Walking in silence, he notices that their four guards aren't really watching him; instead, they're attention is focused outward. He relaxes a little bit at this realization, and allows his arm to drop slowly, until he is holding Mohan's hand in his. He notices that she is still somewhat tense, and as he looks around, he's aware that everyone around him, Mohan included, has a hand tucked into a pocket, as if preparing a weapon in self defense.