Harvey sprang to his feet in an instant. Pulling a coffin from a spatial card, he opened it to wake Alice. "The gunshot." 

Iger frowned slightly. "Infighting? An invasion? Unless someone is specifically here to rescue us, this will only delay our escape. As long as that leader eventually questions us about the Blood Moon and Gospel's technical system, the three of us, as Sacred Realm sorcerers, will have plenty of opportunities to break out. But if she is too busy dealing with the disturbance to bother with us, or worse, forgets about us altogether, or simply dies, we could end up imprisoned here forever."

Ashe muttered, "Imprisoned here forever..."

"Scared?" Iger asked.

"I was just thinking..." Ashe said. "If we are really going to live here for years, how should we divide up the space? Into thirds, or quarters?"

"There are only three of us. Why would we..." Iger stopped halfway through the sentence when he noticed Alice staring at him. He immediately fell silent.

"If we are staying here for a long time," Harvey said seriously, "I would like a research area. Maintaining and modifying Alice also requires space."

"Even if we gave you the space, where would you get the materials?"

Harvey blinked in confusion. "Are we not the materials?"

For a moment, Iger did not know whether he should counter with "No, only you...