[She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Yeah. Bad day. But who isn't having one of those at this point, especially with thoughts like that rattling about their skulls. She gives it a moment of thought, then:]

It's a punishment for us. [what have you done for them?] Make us vulnerable without them. Force us to fight on our own. [she glances at her hand, trying not to shiver at the implications that keep running through her head, before she sighs.] And locking doors that can't be broken down doesn't sound simple to me, Lancer. It sounds like a lot of work.