Arrin nodded curtly, and gave some order to Price's guards. Linna said in English, "You are to come with me."
Price said, "I'd rather stay with my friends."
"Perhaps later."
There was no use arguing. Price went where he was told. On another and much lower level, which might have been underground for all he knew, he was ushered into a small, neat, impersonal cubicle with no window and with a lock on the outside of the door. Obviously, a cell.
Linna said, "I would like your shirt, please."
He stared at her. "What?"
"Give me your shirt."
Again there was no use arguing with her. He took it off and handed it to her.
"Food and drink will be provided," she said. "You will be quite comfortable."
She went away, with the guards. Securely locked in the cubicle, Price sat and brooded. Food and water came, packaged, through a slot device in the wall. He ate and drank, and brooded again.