Lucca nods approvingly as you finish speaking. "I know these are uncertain times, but we can't allow the whole system to collapse around us. We've been lucky so far that all this political in-fighting hasn't given the mortal governments a target, especially during the Second Inquisition. Do I need to remind you how they burned the Sabbat out of Montreal?"
"I was there, childe," Qui says. "Arundel understood the threat posed by the SI more than any of you and he appointed me to keep the peace. I'll allow Corliss first crack at the prisoners, but only in the interest of maintaining that peace, provided they're returned to me while they're still able to speak."
Lucca nods silently; she knows not to press her luck. She's well aware that without her sire in the picture, Qui would have no reason or inclination to listen to her arguments.
"This bickering is an infantile waste of time!" Lang yells. It looks like he's finally had enough. "I'll answer whatever questions need asking, but first you have to listen to me. Our followers in Elysium are under attack! The Anarchs waited for you to send all your forces down here before they moved in!"
"Wait, what?" Jordan asks. "What's he talking about?"
"We should listen to him…" a short Nosferatu woman in the corner mutters. She seems shaken and quiet, so hesitant to speak that you'd almost forgotten she was there. Qui glowers at her and she shrugs. "What would it hurt?"
"He wants to distract us so he can escape like the other one did," Qui says, stalking up to Lang and staring at him, eye-to-eye. "How would you even know what's going on top-side right now if you've been shackled down here to bleed? Your story has more holes in it than you do."