"I'm covering for him," you reply, trying as hard as possible to look like a . "I heard that he pissed off Doctor Lara."
"That's not good," shudders the guard commander, a squeemish look on his face. That expression quickly hardens to one of disgust. "I'm getting tired of that old bag stealing my troops for her experiments."
"Yeah," you reply, easily able to return the sentiment about abducting people to experiment on, "but what are you gonna do? One word and you're the next addition to the primate house."
"He's right, Sir," pipes up one of the lackeys. "We can't even breath around that bitch without running the risk she'll turn us into one.
The commander sighs and shakes his head. "I should take this up with the Henchman's Union. There are supposed to be regulations over this kind of abuse, I'm sure of it. In fact, I think I'll do that right now! Come on, boys." He then turns to you. "Oh, and you continue on your patrol. Wouldn't want to leave the cell block unguarded."
"Yes, Sir," you reply, glad that the guards will be going in the opposite direction than your hostage.
He'd mentioned something about a cell block, though. Maybe a good old fashioned prison break is in order. Then again, perhaps finding the exit should be your first priority. Regardless, you need to get your bearings. Looking around, you notice a set of stripes painted on the floor, each labelled with the area of the facility it leads to.