The elevator opens; the kids rush out but only as far as the hallway.  "He's the gruesome surgeon mentioned previously."

"Hey kids, do you want me to make a separate trip for the surgeon or are you relatively okay with him?"

They confer with each other for a moment.  "He's probably fine."

"Let's have him too then thanks."

The scientist goes back to her pager phone thing.

All of the food is gone by the time she's done.

Fries and milkshakes? "Did you not feed these kids?"

Fries and milkshakes!

"Their metabolisms are enhanced as well."

"Not since - last week." (nom nom nom nom)  "Or, less.  This is the first thing we've had today."

"So you didn't feed them enough?"

"Unfortunately the member of our staff who passed away was also primarily in charge of their nutrition."

"And you aren't competent to order takeout?" Fruit platter, these are locals and need less processed junk.

"Evidently not."  Here's the entry room with the secretary.

The kids rush outside as soon as they see daylight through the entrance, though slow enough to not mess up the handfuls of food they're carrying.

Out goes Cam. Are there benches? Are there enough benches? There could probably stand to be more benches so now there are.

They're mostly running around and flapping instead of sitting down.

The security guard from before approaches, smiling.  "Hey!  They're letting you back out!"

"It's a miracle!"

"I assume you figured out what my half of the conversation was about.  I still don't really get yours but maybe that's just how it is!"

"Couple things you said sounded like puns in my native language."

"Okay.  Well, I'm glad you're not getting cut up or whatever."  She tosses more blue candies to the kids, which they flinch from at first but then scoop up delightedly.

And within a few minutes a man dressed approximately like the other scientists but in scruffier condition emerges from the building.

"Hello there. I know you only as Captive Gruesome Surgeon, have you got a name? I'm Cam."

"Markus Vaughn."  He goes in for what first appears to be a handshake but then turns out to be one of those greeting forearm grabs.