"Don't worry, this is a secure facility. In fact, we have a place for them to stay, with others of their kind. They seem to be attracted to certain personalities, and a lot of them have been despairing since the... incident. You might find yourself with a few new hands, when this is done."<br/><br/>She gestures for him to follow her, while three members of their group detach to examine his RV. "Don't mind them, they won't take anything. They're just cataloging, so we can get you proper permits for everything. They'll take care of all of that, and what they don't find, we'll have you list on some forms inside, in a few hours. They don't miss much."<br/><br/>She extends her hand to him, as they're walking towards a door in the wall, flanked by large windows, well lit from within to reveal what looks like a police station. "I'm Natalya Walker, chief of security at this installation. I'm afraid this next part's a little boring, but we ARE government, even if we are classified, and that means we need a lot of paperwork, first. Then we get to the fun things," she says, leading the way inside, and taking a stack of papers from someone, leadign them to a small side office, where he can sit and fill out the forms in peace. "I'll be on hand, if you have any questions."