I didn't react, I just kept walking, guiding my group to the stairs.
"Third floor," Damian said, leading the way.
Our section was as Victoria promised it was secure, defensible, with clear sightlines. Fifteen rooms arranged in a horseshoe pattern around a common area. Other faction members were already there, looking relieved.
"Young Master!" One of them rushed over. "Thank gods. We were worried when you disappeared during the explosions."
"I'm fine. Everyone accounted for?"
"Yes. All of us are here and there's no injuries or problems. The guards were professional and got us to shelter immediately."
"Good." I addressed everyone. "Listen up. The explosions were... terrorists operations. They're here, they're watching. That includes us. So from now on, no one goes anywhere alone. Minimum groups of three and no one leaves this floor without telling someone where you're going. Questions?"
"Are we safe here?" someone asked.
