[Tavern Basement]

"That would be the missing Councilor." It's at this point that N'alae spots the bit of code, there.

She exclaims something that roughly translates to a rather loud <"What!?"> as she sees that. "According to what I'm seeing here, the attack was triggered by my presence. Not because of my catching on to the ruse, but because of my species. It-it makes sense. It triggered after I used some of our language and terms, it must have realized it then...but the virus is our technology." N'alae buries her face in her hands for a moment. "Conjecture later. For now, I will set new access codes and turn on the safety protocols." She proceeds to (attempt to if needed) do just that.

Not that she expects the safety protocols to work.

If all goes well she will turn to leave, making sure to bring along the captive dust-bunny-in-a-hat.