Digger kept pressing buttons, and Maria reached over and silently keyed in her override code on her console, shutting it down. He'd find something else to play with, or throw a temper tantrum, but at least he wouldn't send her boat plunging down at a forty-five degree angle. Anything else was Pete Wisdom's job with them, though it could be debated that it wasn't the liaison's job, either.
She didn't blink when they elected not to take prisoners for the very valid reason that most of them were crazy - they wouldn't give good intel anyways. Though that meant that they'd most likely kill any agent that crossed their path, that was the price of fighting a war, particularly one against a ruthless terrorist organization that had been too extreme for the Nazis.
As she brought the layout of the base up on to the larger screen - both map and model - she answered Digger's next question, "Anything you take out of the base will be confiscated. Don't," she added with mild authority, as much to the tech as to Digger's continued explorations of the buttons. "The recon drone's feed, main screen."
That got the tech to inch slightly away, enough to bring up the feed in question. "They keep the weapons in the armory, the freestanding structure along the back wall of the compound, next to the barracks. There is a minimal guard presence, but even the scientists are proficient with weaponry. The research is likely to be scattered throughout the labs of the main building, backed up on the mainframe in the central control room, here."