"You already know the answer to that." The C.O. smirks and blows a perfect ring of smoke straight up above her, giving herself a whispy halo for the briefest of moments. "We're here until the night ends. Just because we found one trick, there could always be others. After all, the bastards who broke in are known for playing these kinds of games..."<br/><br/>For some reason, the C.O.'s comment elicits a snort of laughter from the dwarven mechanic... but he quickly grumbles an apology under his breath and shoves his arm around a blind corner in the panel he's working on, fiddling and fishing to find the panel he wants.<br/><br/>"I'll tell the other groups that we've identified impostors in the midst. If anyone else is a plant, they'll probably spook... we'll just have to get them when they try an' walk out. But since we're grabbing anyone who tries to skip out early..."<br/><br/>The woman leaves the thought unfinished and turns to walk away, motioning for her subordinates to cart the unconscious mage away behind her. Even as they vanish around the corner, the C.O.'s presence seems to linger...and once they are out of earshot, the dwarf stands, humming discordantly under his breath.<br/><br/>"Damn, that witch's song was catchy. An' as to Jen... ya love to see her go<em>and </em>ya love to watch her leave. She makes me so damned nervous..."