"No, priority is exfil, remember?" Athena said, motioning for Alice to come over, pressing her into the dwarve's back "We can't stay here, but something isn't right.  Stay on him, physically on him, and I'll be right back.  If something happens, we're eighty floors up, so start down the stairs and cover his ass: priority is getting Mr. Johnson out of her, not your safety, not Ubon's safety, not mine or<em>anyone else's</em>, got it?"<br/><br/>Athena was off then, out the door quickly, gun up, moving like a well trained operative.  Ubon for his part was on Mr. Johnson too, whom for his part was staying down, staying unassuming, and awaiting 'orders'.  The guards and the like appear to be using the room as a 'safe room' now, guarding and keeping an eye out, yelling commands to one-another since their comms were out too.  Ubon sniffed the air, brow furrowed, looking around a bit like a prairie dog a moment later.<br/><br/>"Something smells funny... I smell explosives..." he whispered, and then in a moment his eyes unfocused, brow still furrowed and then<em>fear</em>"Above us!  Demo charge on the floor above us!  They're targeting this room from above!"