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Paying no mind to the elevator was the expected choice. Donovan would think that one of them should have held back as it was likely those same complainers would likely show up once the rescue mission would spring in earnest. Were he a betting man he would think they would be wise not to descend at the sound of the alarm, but between fleeing a fight and having to explain yourself to the Empire on why your prisoners escaped, Donovan assumed the latter was much more frightening. The key to resolving such a predicament would be to avoid getting into it in the first place but that privilege was for the intelligent. The little Dionne opted to charge forward, an admirable decision based wholly on his words. He had known the answer and it didn't surprise him that she put more weight on the lives of others than violence, even if it would cover their tracks. 

The plan was straightforward and simplistic, not unlike the person giving it. It would do for the moment. Donovan gave himself precisely three seconds to consider his own arsenal and weighed which knives were most likely to do the most damage. Chadwick would lead the charge and clear the path which left Donovan as the one to clean up the mess. Every sense he possessed was honed as he made his decision and procured half a dozen knives from his pockets. The likeliness of pivoting for a metal mage was slim but he was always prepared for the worst. 

At Chadwick's mark, Donovan was hot on his heels. While the guard had been spared Chadwick's fury he was not as lucky to avoid Donovan. The last thing the mage would see was the black-haired vampire flicking his wrist towards him: the pair of knives moved at an impeccable speed aimed to blind. The rest of his knives were aimed at the other guard until Roan began to move. The temptation to test his accuracy strained his muscles but he gave Contarini three seconds to remedy the situation. Said mage at the very least resolved the hiccup and Donovan unleashed the rest of his knives at the other guard. He withdrew his dagger from its sheathe and assessed the room; surely, that much noise was enough to get the attention of the facility.