As she looked out over the desperate crowd fearing for their lives, Rissle drew a quiet little sigh and frown, while giving her steadily softer tummy a firm, but gentle push. Leaving the door ajar, the ranger would turn back to Nez and whisper, "So uh, aren't the others coming? ... I mean, don't take it as a slight, but I don't think just the two of us could take on eight guards at the same time all alone... Maaaybe I could sneak up and 'eliminate* the ones in the back, but with how many people are crammed in here, I kinda doubt that no one would see me".