"Christ. Can't say I'm sorry I missed that. I knew these things were dangerous."

Blake crosses his arms. He'd stopped paying any attention to the people chatting and milling around under the lights strung from the patio. This was a lot more important.

"So they're terrorists armed with giant living bombs with unlimited ammo. They must be some kind of incompetent or everybody'd already be dead."

Steve wandered back over, curious about the conversation her master looked so serious about. When she heard what was going on, she got a matching grim expression.

"Hiding, huh. So the first step is to figure out who can be trusted."