The Moff stares at a wall for a moment, then turns to the newcomers and the henchmen. Gentlemen, I dunno about you, but I'm not too fond of living in a war zone. I have a feeling this attack is gonna last a while, and trust me, not one of us can do a thing to them. So let's get outta here, let Jack and Gordon deal with 'em. Dunno if you saw it on the way in, but we recently acquired a rather spiffy floating town. I vote we relocate there, temporarily. The Moff will wait all of two seconds before saying excellent! Let's go. and walking calmly out of the office and out of the currently innactive force-field. Upon seeing Al, he'll pull out a knife, and say nice day, isn't it? Listen, I don't have time for the small talk. You joining or do I have to feed you to vampire dude?