Alizara and Azure's grandfather finds this very alarming!  He is quite busy at the moment, but manages to respond.  "Don't put yourself in danger.  Get the prisoners out if you can, but leave as quickly as possible.  I'll call the police."

They will stand out of the way.

(It looks like these newer people - are probably not part of the kidnapping group, and - object to at least part of what was going on here. But they don't know anything else about them yet.)

(He's still trying to notice patterns in people's appearances, and observe daemons.)

Finally. She is out of that cage. She likes these people much better than the other people.

The safe-to-touch person is standing nearby; she tries to jump on him.

He wasn't expecting this, but doesn't try to put a stop to it. Supports her so she doesn't fall off him.

Things are different but still seem very worrying. He gets closer to the person near him and curls up a little again in a protective posture.

It is very easy to tell who matches which daemon.  The tall woman with the most sub-like body language seen so far is dressed in a blue and purple outfit patterned in diamonds with a wave-like edge to each hem.  The hard-to-place woman taking photos is dressed in the same blue-gray as the metallic creature hovering around above her.  If there's any correlation between clothing style and role, it still isn't obvious.  

The tall woman looks nervous in the confined quarters, and the daemon needs to walk backwards to exit the room, unable to turn around properly.

"Follow me, we're leaving," he gestures at the no-longer-prisoners.  "Alizara, let's go."  

Azure and Verity head towards the exit, the door on the opposite wall with the same tall scanner that the interior of the cell room has.  Alizara stands back, waiting for them to go in front so she can protect them from behind if needed.  And also get as many pictures taken as possible.  A few of the machines have doors that are openable, and she snaps pictures of each.  One is filled with trays of strange red spheres, and she pockets one.

"Yes, sir."

He notices the way Alessa is holding himself (just a little, he's obviously trying to hide it, but Kente knows him.) Rolls his eyes internally; grabs the sheet from his bed and dumps it on Alessa.

He's - still worried, but now it will look stranger not to use it. He wraps the sheet around himself. (Feels the unthought relief of it.)

He doesn't know what to do about the - other daemon. Spinarak. (His daemon?). The new people didn't seem upset at Kente, but it was the creature who'd jumped on him. And he still knows barely anything; doesn't know if that might - do something. And would it want that, and can he ask right now - they're watched, still, if by someone else...

But the spider-creature is fairly small, if they're going to be moving -

"Should I - pick up the spinarak, sir?" He tries asking (which might also be unwelcome, but is - straightforward, at least.)

Azure is very confused at the question.  Also at the bedsheet.  Their outfit didn't match, but neither does the sheet.  He supposes that the sheet obviously being not clothing could hide the outfit underneath, and perhaps whatever world they are from considers the violation of social norms a far greater offense? 

"They're your daemon, aren't they?"  There aren't any other people nearby, and no reason for the spinarak to be in a cage in their cell unless they were his daemon.

The probably-dom is looking at him strangely, but doesn't seem angry. Maybe something he's done (the way he draped the bedsheet? The pattern on it? - the look doesn't have to be because of him. Some way he moved?) is odd, here.

"We were told so, sir. We were told that was the study, sir, attaching a daemon to someone who doesn't already have one."

Attaching?  That has quite a few implications.  That they didn't have one before.  That whoever did this had gotten a spare daemon from somewhere to do it with.  

He checks the mood of the others.  Araeneve has their hackles raised, looking around with suspicion - Verity wants to be somewhere else.  Salanaya is reluctantly lagging behind - Alizara really wants to stay. 

Azure, in his emergency responder training, was taught that evacuating people away from a dangerous place was an important step in keeping them from getting hurt.  This wasn't exactly a fire or potential hull breach, but it did mean he should be getting the... aliens?... to somewhere that isn't a hostile lab.  

"If you aren't sure, Florentho will carry them."  The daemon gracefully slips between obstacles and sets the small daemon on his shoulder where it can cling on or jump down without trouble if necessary.  

"Thank you, sir."

He hopes the - daemon - isn't upset? But if touching them might do something in some way, it - probably makes sense for him and Kente not to both do it at once. And of course at this point he won't argue with the solution the probably-dom directed.

They can follow where they're supposed to, then.

And hope there's not anything on the ground, since they're both barefoot.

Evacuation of the lab is performed without issue.  They pass through the 'abandoned' storage room and up the ramp, stopping when the grungy concrete of the floor and ramp becomes a nicer and cleaner patterned tile.  Their feet are dirtier after the trip, but there weren't rocks or broken glass lying around.  Now knowing what they're looking at, it's easy for the locals to spot that everything about the place has been exactly set up to look, feel, and smell unappealing to anyone who might wander in but not actively impede use by the lab.  Daemons don't wear shoes, and as resilient as they are would rather not step on anything painful.  

They are now in a short wide hall coming off of the main Hall.  In addition to the recessed door that they came out of, in its own little jut of hallway decorated with flaking graffiti, there are three doors.  Two have stylistically drawn pictures of a male and female human, respectively.  The third, on the same wall as the door they exited, is labelled as a janitor's closet.  Beyond them is a dimly lit hall so wide it almost looks like an outdoor street.  The end of the hall closer to them is a display of plants, slightly overgrown but well taken care of, with a ledge at the correct height to sit on.  Behind them is an abstract painting, where a window would be if this had been a normal earth building.  The shift between 'abandoned warehouse' and 'respectable and unusually large-scale hotel' is sudden.

"We shouldn't go too far before the police arrive.  Are you still doing okay?  Have you had any food since being caught up in whatever they were doing down there?"

Florentho carefully sets down the spinarak, now that they've come to a stop.  The daemons spread out, Araeneve watching the entrance to the Hall, Salanaya looking longingly down the ramp towards the storage room.  Florentho stays roughly middle of the group where he can teleport them if needed.

Hooray for not stepping on anything painful.

Unfortunately, there is probably not an appropriately polite way to say 'no we aren't doing okay, we were kidnapped and apparently experimented on".

(Depending on what is stylized, he and Kente might not realize what the pictures are supposed to be indicating.)

"They gave us food, sir. We weren't injured but we still don't understand very much about what was done with us, sir." 

He is not sure what to be doing here (he is not sure of a lot of things right now). He decides to try and stay close to the human he was near before.

Obviously they aren't emotionally okay; he doesn't need to be an empath to notice that.  Most immediately, they aren't suffocating from lack of alien air that the lab was pumping in for them, or melting in the wavelength of light they use for nighttime illumination.  They look human, but if they really are aliens he doesn't know how shallow that appearance might be.

Another group approaches from the large Hall.  An old man on an electric scooter, typing on a phone one-handed as he rolls forward, and jogging beside him are three officers in official-looking uniforms with accent colors matching three of the daemons.  One looks more like a sword or mechanical drone of some kind than an animal.  The other two are spiny and purple, and a floating tentacled jellyfish, respectively.  The old man's daemon is a brown rodent-like creature sitting on the reinforced headrest of the scooter.

The old man types one final message upon spotting the group, then puts his phone away.  

"Azure, Alizara," he greets.  "Officer, these are the grandchildren I was telling you about."

"Right."  The one who looks like she's in charge gestures to the other two, who send their daemons out in front and make their way down the ramp.  She looks them over, noting the strange outfits, but not seeing any injuries.  She then bows to Verity, addressing her first.  Under whatever organization this culture has, it is obvious from the deference of the officer that she considers Verity to be close to the top of it.  "I'm Officer Lily-and-Lunamorei.  Would you mind giving a statement for what happened tonight?"

The three give their statements.  That Alizara and Azure had been digitizing a number of old paper documents that had been in a storage room belonging to their family, from around a century ago, and Verity had been there helping.  Azure had found a sheet of paper that spoke of a secret panic room, and they had gotten bored and decided to see if it was still there.  Someone had found the abandoned space before them and converted it into some kind of lab.  They'd seen a brief glimpse of another person in one of the three rooms, but they shut and locked the door they were behind.  No, they didn't see what their daemon was.  Araeneve had torn down some bars of makeshift jail cells, and broken open two daemon cages.

Alizara arranges for the photos to transfer over to the police email.

There are some crashing sounds from below.  They are the sort of sounds of a group who is knocking through a sealed blast door. 

Next, the officer turns to the cousins for their statements.