To hell with this.
Savannah entered the room and said,
"I am not this Vincent. I would like to know who you are, who Vincent is, who this Puppetmaster is, where we are, why we are here, and how we are to get out. I have a gun. Ms."
The woman responded, "I highly suggest you rid yourself of it," as the sound of marching feet from behind met Savannah's eyes. He craned his head back to Aricla, looking for input, then scoffed to himself and threw the gun down.
Of course she wouldn't have anything helpful to say.
"I will be civil," he said as he turned to the other woman. "It's okay boys, I've got this. What can I help you with?" The sound of marching stopped, then started again and grew softer.
"I would like my earlier questions answered. Let us start from the top. Who are you?"