Q nodded a little, tucking the rest of the pills away again.

"Those IP's keep changing," he noted. "Considering the lack of sophistication in their encryption, it seems odd that they'd have the sense to cloak their IP. ...Also, it doesn't feel warm in here, does it? All these machines running, no sign of a cooling system- It should be boiling in here, but it isn't at all."

Cautiously, he touched one of the towers, pulling one of the Ethernet cables- Only to be shocked again, just as he'd been back in the room with Silva's machines.