I looked around, examining everyone's faces. I wanted to try to get a glimpse as to what they were thinking. I looked for any sign of them considering they'd want to learn all of the Grey Bases secrets and stay. The fact that the Grey Base was the only base left standing for fifty miles was scary. It was intimidating in a way. I was shocked to know it was the last base standing and curious as to why they didn't help the other bases we were at when we were attacked. So many of us were captured, killed, or taken as prisoners. Then it was just Sam, The Siblings, and I. We'd managed to escape and make a run for it. It was a miracle that we'd made it out. It was difficult to hear that we were the only surviving Tilerian base for miles and miles. We were just in the midst of our enemies and we'd made it. It was more than a miracle. It was pure, dumb luck. 
"I-" I started to try to voice what I was thinking. "I don't think I want to know what you're all doing here. It could be years before you accomplish whatever it is you're trying to do. I don't think I can stay underground here that long." I paused. "I'll get better, then I'll be on my way... Ma'am. General, Ma'am." I struggled getting the last part of what I had to say, but I made my point. "I don't know about my friends, but I'll pass on knowing what it is you're doing here. Thank you for letting us in and for patching me up. But I'll leave when I'm fully recovered."