Old-guy Brian smacked his forehead, while Sean's jaw dropped. "WAIT! What are we doing? You guys are just telling whoever bumps into you what's going on? What happened to keeping it secret? What if you just ruined our chances of getting out of here. Pfff... Forget that, what about our chances of NOT DYING TODAY!!!" He said in a harsh whisper. "Pardon the old guy for the language, but SHUT THE HECK UP!!! All of you! Now, we have to leave before anyone else gets to join our pathetic little club. We managed to cause quite a scene here, so what are we going to do about it?" Sean asked the whole group, but he looked mostly at the customs agent Jo had dragged into this. He was really freaked out by this, because they had no way of knowing if these people were safe. What was going to happen now? Were they already compromised? His stomach was about as knotted up as a pretzel, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. How was he going to keep him and the kids safe now? Could he?
Brian scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably as Mr. Black yelled at them. He was glad that he hadn't let anyone in on their secret, thought he did feel that acquiring the guy and heck, running with the cube, weren't helping too well with not causing a scene..... He whispered to Mr. Black after a few seconds silence, "Um... have you got a shirt I can borrow?"