[When the door finally slides shut, he nods in half-attentive approval. He's clearly not listening, not all the way, or doesn't seem intent on being ordered about. There's a great sense of relief in the moves he makes though, and he's scrambling a little to grab papers and small tools that litter the room.]

Thank God hyu marines finally got here. Hy'm as eager as anyvone to get out of this god forsaken place.

[If Ralph steps in a little closer, the utter disarray becomes clearly less panicked and more... lived in. Lab coats, masks, gloves- anything relatively soft- have been hauled into an empty, open cabinet like a nest. The trash cans are overflowing, the sanitation materials had all been dragged out and were nearly exhausted. A few soldering irons and bunsen burners were gathered in a corner, near empty fuel cans. A snack machine had the glass shattered and it's innards raided and torn out.]

[Most of the survivors who hadn't escaped had barricaded themselves in small groups behind lab doors. This one appeared to have been alone the entire time.]

How many others haff gotten out?