They've installed a special line for me to call out on, but it's monitored. I'm not allowed to talk about what i'm looking at in here.
Uh-oh... Commander, you'd better be careful.
Schlock, I know you're still technically in charge of my security, but i'm perfectly safe in here. There are armed guards everywhere.
Right... and if they won't let you talk about stuff now, what makes you think they'll let you live to talk about it later?
Suspicion and paranoia: The twin hallmarks of good security...