The guy Rabbit's talking to is bigger than the rest of the men with him. Behind the full-face mask he has on, the guy's eyes are darting from place to place. He looks at Rabbit for a second before talking. His breath fogs up the inside of the mask. "We ain't got many," he says lamely. "Most'a the guys're up on th' second floor. Probably 'bout five up there." He tests the flexicuffs; Lindianne's done a good enough job that they don't give.

She's moving down the line and restraining one Cleaner after another. The man gives her the stink-eye before looking back to Rabbit. "Look, pal, y' don't get it. We go quietly and Joe'll flip his shit. We only surrendered 'cause'a that loonie on the megaphone. Dave or what-the-fuck-ever his name is." He means Mother.

He jerks his chin at the building to emphasize the point.

"We ain't traitors. You geddit?" A pause. Then, firmly: "Y' mind? Can't see shit in this thing."