Battlefield
-SAM-
Betrayed us... Don't trust...
-OTHERS-
-There is no-one inside the room, just a lot of bad juju-
-Within the room-
-Is an operating table-
-Stanton looks at it-
I recognise that body.
City
-Luis-
We believe you. This one's just from me. What are you willing to do to save the world?
-Steph-
Probably, yes.
-Sora-
Hell, you could probably count more people that do than those that don't.
-There is no wifi-
-he lives like a fucking barbarian-
Battlefield
He isn't a child.
-He is just staring at the body-
The body is roughly eighteen years of age, as far as we could tell.
When the group that was here before you... came to this place, he was in that room when we shot it down.
He was already dead. We could tell he wasn't human. So I ordered the body handed over to Barkley. Perhaps we could learn something.
Barkley told me he couldn't learn anything from it very shortly afterward. He told me it was placed in storage.
-The room has other doors around it-
-SAM-
...'lo
-he dies-
City
-Steph-
Uh... no, I don't. What do you need to do?
-Luis-
Really.
-He looks around, as if thinking, then-
Come on. We should get some rest, unless anyone has any other ideas.

(the sword vanishes from her right hand, as quickly as it appeared)
(though Assassin keeps the crossbow in her left, as she watches Lance et al. file in)
(she intends to take caution)