"Nothing volatile," Brennan replies automatically.

There are enough potential explosives back at the lab.

"Oh. Hello," she adds to the man who has just come around a battered partition, holding a sword in one hand and a gangster style machine gun in the other. "Mr. Vickers?"

"That's right." Mr. Vickers looks none too pleased to see them--it's possible that he hadn't just come around that particular corner.

"I'm afraid you folks are going to have to leave. This is a restricted area. Dangerous stuff in here. We can't have just anyone wandering in."