[An authoritative voice calls out, loud and clear.]

Cordelia!

[James grips Cordelia's arm as she steps forward, stopping the advance. Softer than the bark of command, he continues.]

Stay with us. Something's... off about the caves.

[Anyone who spends much time around Analysts will recognize the gears turning in Gordon's mind, grabbing clues and slotting them together into something resembling understanding.]