Wow, rude. Luckily the Balladeer is pretty accustomed to that kind of treatment, and wheels about to follow without comment.

"Oh, Iman! Good to meet you." She's the one who was looking so fiercely for Greta before; he might have expected she'd be here too. He spares her a smile before dropping into a more businesslike tone. "There's no more reinforcements coming. They're spread too thin dealing with all this Rift activity going on. No guards up that stairwell - most of them went lower down when the cells started giving out."

He nods in the direction he just came from. If any of those abandoned posts have been taken back up, he'll know it; he's got a great ear for aggressive people with guns in their hands and violence on their minds. But he doubts that will happen. Everyone he's spoken to was scared, both by the unprecedented level of Rift activity and by the release of whoever they'd been keeping locked up down below, and the Balladeer's never gotten the impression that ROMAC employees are easily shaken. They've got a lot more to deal with right now than the four of them.