"Yeah," he murmurs, eyes still closed, still worrying at his lip. "Yeah, something like that. Maybe even... get 'em out here and pick 'em off. A few, anyway." Enough to even the odds a little. A few might be all they need.

A few. Enough to clear out the inside. Enough to make it less crowded, less full of uncontrolled variables...

His eyes open. "The people they got in there. If they all got free at once, made a break for it..."