[Gets up from the couch, and pushes the coffee table back, along with the carpet it's resting on. There's a trap door underneath it with a code. After a few seconds of pressing buttons, it pops open and he sticks his head inside.]

Heh, I stand corrected. It's all gone, besides a pair of my binoculars and I'm willing to bed my computer doesn't work.

[Slams the door shut.]

Fucking Admiral needs to stay the hell away from my belongings.