As Bane gets back up to help the girl down, he draws his pistol - ready to take the bastards head off.  While he's all for saving the majority of them, the laws of his world dictate that no impediment to survival will be tolerated.  Seeing O'Toole put the man's lights out, however, was enough to stop the halfbreed.<br/><br/>As they settle down inside, Bane tosses Collins back one of the syringes.  "You that hungry, eat the lieutenant here." He points to the unconscious man while kneeling beside the girl, his tone only half-joking to everyone's horrified expessions.  "And don't give me shit about "cannibalism," eating any fellow sentient - fur or human - is all the same." He laughs darkly.<br/><br/>He takes Halvorson aside, but bothers neither to mince words nor lower his voice.  "The fact is this man in his condition is not an asset, but a liability.  I won't work under people like him.  Every kid I've met like him on the streets has gotten themselves and often someone else a one-way trip to an eternal flesh prison.  The rest of us are useful to each other - its all about survival.  When I went to the roof, I saw an opportunity - not only to save some people, but to save myself - on the streets, those who have the best chances join a pack... out there, even almost all of the bum felines join lupine packs, and hang with bum humans - species means nothing.  Funny how desperation breeds unity." He looks around the room.  "Compassion is, however, an abstract concept for most.  You just ran into the odd man out with me.  But I suggest we disarm the Lute here.  I don't trust him anymore.  In my world..."  He eyes Halvorson with sincerity and conviction.  "No impediment to survival is tolerated.  He's lucky that you guys are more human inside than I am as well.  Forgive me for being so harsh, sir."  Putting his hands on his hips, he glances down at the floor.  "I trust YOU though... and I'll gladly stick close - but its more of a pack mentality than pulling rank for me.  As long as everyone here is rational and has the same common interest of winning this..." His voice trails off.<br/><br/>(I'm going to risk it this time...) He thinks.  (Survive this to see a decent world... that's my opportunity starting today.  Not survival, no... the chance to actually be something more than a thief and a bum...)<br/><br/>"We'd better get someone out there to move that truck before its spotted.  I'll go out with the driver just in case." Bane checks his chambers; five left.<br/><br/>He turns now to the medic.  "And when I get back, is there anything I can do to be of assistance to you?"