Tson
"More offensive than being handcuffed is to invade us. But we'll comply since we aren't savages, after all."
Then 3 of the Musavian soldiers that were there to handcuff people head to the commander, and tell him to follow them, assembling themselves in a triangular manner around him as the other STC marines are escorted into one of the other, recently opened airlocks, to somewhere else within the S.O.R.B.
Meanwhile
The commander goes up a flight of stairs filled with the loudness from nearby whirring engines, and then reaches the next floor, with a layout similar to the rest of the facility: Cyllindrical corridors with glass showcasing a mix of analogue and electronic machinery, he takes a right turn, as the hidraulic lock opens up to a slightly more ample room, where he can see the Head Engineer enter from the other side.
"Welcome to the S.O.R.B! I'm saddened that the conditions that you came here in are poor, but worry not, we just need to know why you came here and how you knew the location, sit down would you?"
He says, as he heads to a table and drags an office chair out, sitting atop of it.