Mac smiles as his attempt to be friendly is successful, but it quickly fades after the darts pierce his flesh. He buckles after they get lodged in his chest, but quickly pulls them out and tosses them in the ground. One barely hit his lung and his chest is slowly turning red.<br/><br/>"Sorry, those don't work on me!" Mac laughs as he gives a sadistic grin. He unholsters his rifle as he spins around, following Thistle. He begins to lead his target, but something stops him from pulling the trigger. Mac realizes shooting her won't work and drops his aim. He must figure out a way to end this quickly.<br/><br/>"We just want to get out of here! You can stay here if you want and we'll leave you alone! Unlock the door and we'll be on our way out!" He shouts at Thistle, hoping she'd listen and praying that nothing bad happens.