When Detlef tries to speak, Lance gives him a little shake: not now, you idiot. He waits until they're inside the guardhouse, where he slams the door and looks like he's about to have another heart attack.

"Stop," he whispers, dead serious, "stop it. Shut your mouth." As harsh as the words are, the glint in his eyes is one of fear not anger. "Drawing their attention is how you-- you guarantee that happens. Do you want an inquest here? Because that's how you get one."

He's standing with his back to the door, hands shaking slightly as they hold it closed. "If-- if they ask after you, we're going to have to deal with it."