"Thank you very much!" Jenny said gratefully.
She nodded in response.
"Like I said, I don't really want to get involved, but if you want to try going in, you could."
"We should, I suppose," Jacob nodded.
"Not me," Mark decided almost immediately thereafter. "I'm still torn up about what happened to Glenn." The flames on his head swelled for a moment. "I can't be held accountable for what I do if I see another Onyx resident..."
"In that case, we should stay behind too," Jo said, indicating Luke. "Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want too big of a group going in there at once..."
"True," Max said.
"I'd better stay out here, too," Nicholas added. Anabelle, followed by Jane, stepped back to signify that she was doing the same. Looking reluctant about it but hesitant to be away from those he knew better, Luca went with them.
Stockholm followed suit, and Sy, who was thoroughly perplexed at this stage, only still with them because Stockholm was too, stood aside as well. Derek, Jeden, Eradu and Roza moved closer to Jacob, Jenny and Max, dividing the party fairly neatly into the two halves it needed to become.
"We'll try not to cause any trouble," Mark said, folding his arms, indirectly assenting.
There wasn't any immediate reply. It would be safe to assume, based on that, that everyone inside was too involved in proceedings to let them in, or acknowledge their presence.
"It doesn't seem to be locked," Jacob observed, in what started out as an externalised inner monologue. "So...should we just go in?"
Sure enough, what lay beyond was devoid of any living presence. At the far end of the entry-corridor, there lay another set of double-doors, slightly ajar, revealing a conference room from which voices could be heard, though the owners of the voices were obscured by the doors. They had found the discussion, it seemed.
The rest of the party followed behind him. Interestingly enough, the conference seemed to be running relatively peacefully. At the very least, there didn't seem to be any raised voices, or even anything that sounded remotely threatening. Jacob, for one, hoped that this was a sign that it was going well, and that all of these troubles would very soon be a thing of the past.