That... That was not the intercom. Startled, Maya turned to Threepwood, but he didn't seem concerned—at least, not to the extent Maya had been. Paired with his comment previously about drinking mysterious potions, this was not the comfort it could have been, but they did not seem threatened by anything at the moment.

Paying attention to the broadcast proved quite rewarding, however. "So it would seem," Maya answered, turning to the stairs.