Barricade's concerns were more rooted in the present, and less about the inevitable death of humanity as a whole. Having operated out of the Nemesis for thousands of years, he had never really lacked a base of operations, even if they were more necessary for an army. For three people it seemed like overkill, though for the moment he was going to be glad for the tall ceilings.

He glanced down at her when she walked up to him, then started down the stairs himself. It was sturdy enough construction that his weight didn't crumble the steps, but the piles of sand made it a bit more dangerous for people who didn't watch where they were stepping. The stairs made a turn, wrapping around once to lead to the next floor. Prepared for more sand, Barricade flashed his headlights into the next chamber.