Dutch sighed to himself, placing a hand on Melon's shoulder. "Boy, you could have died you know? If the guard room wasn't posted right next to this door, you would have died. And we wouldn't have found your corpse until the morning." With a quick tug he began forcing Melon inside. "Better hurry on in, we don't know whether they'll be drawn in by the sounds of gunfire." The arachnid pushed the alien inside the building, scuttling down the hallways with the stranger in tow. At the end of the main hallway was a rather small, but not tiny, holding room. 

With a quick shove he pushed Melon into the room and handed him a plate full of food, varying fruits vegetables and meats. Small stuff but enough food to give him a full stomach. "Sorry about this, but until morning comes y'gotta stay in here. Alright?" Without waiting for a response he closed the door and placed a padlock on it. 

After locking up Melon for the night the four guards made sure there were no more machines coming, there were none, so they returned to their beds for the night. Once morning came the door to Melon's room was unlocked and in stepped a tall and dark figure.

Mortimer. 

He growled out a few words to the stranger. "I hear your name is Melon. What kind of name is that?"