So Reeve doesn't know exactly if hiding will get it off their trail, its purported weaknesses include creatures that probably don't exist here, and Dustin has noticed many gaps in the walls and windows of this building that would suggest it's not as defensible as they might've hoped. "Great," he grumbles, looking distinctly unenthused. That pretty much sums up his thoughts.

Still, no use in sitting around and waiting to be chewed on. Dustin moves towards what looks to be an upturned table, twice as tall as he is, and briefly considers if he could push it towards a broken side window. Probably not. "So we hope it doesn't bust in here, or finds someone else instead?" he quips. "I don't like those odds."