Dustin makes an irritated noise and hops to his feet. He dismisses the idea of fighting back immediately and without saying anything; does Reeve honestly expect that they'll be able to defend themselves with a broken pipe? Him? Dustin might as well try to tickle it, and he doubts Reeve's chances would be any better. Instead, he stomps his way over to the center of the room, rummaging through the debris for those large strips of wood he couldn't find a use for earlier.

"Let's hope we don't need it," he grumbles, lifting one end of the plank with a grunt of effort. "Here--line these up around the wall. Make a channel for the water."