Well, they wanted to know why they shouldn't be down here. Guess that's as immediate of an answer as they're going to get.

He's still shaking off the leaden feeling the message (memory?) he just watched gave him, hadn't even had time to fully process it before the ground started to give way— but self-preservation kicks in just in time for him to scramble back, narrowly out of the way of the first shower of debris. He casts around wildly for the people who were near him when shit went south— the Last included— and ends up following in Breq's wake once he gets his bearings. Fighting a giant murder robot is not on his mind right now; he's preoccupied with getting everyone out before the whole goddamn room collapses.

"Fine. I'm fine— fuck." He knew it, he knew there was something fucked up down here. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."