Time is exactly what they don't have, and Syrlya isn't inclined to remain sitting ducks in a cramped space.

"Can you take us?" He asks the pair, shifting his sword so he can offer his hand to them, to help them up. They look between each other, before the first employee takes Syrlya's hand to stand. "Yes, we can..."

Syrlya nods once, with a flash of a smile. "Good. I will do what I can to cover our tracks. You just focus on leading the way."