Mathais lays, still silent. He could continue to hear the survivors, whom he was still uncertain about, wanting to 'feed' Helena... it wasn't a bad idea... but still, he didn't like the idea he might be on the menu. Still, they sounded like sodiers, good ones at that. At the chance they wouldn't throw him to Helena, and they could offer protection if they didn't let him get eaten. He wanted to know now, he picked up the radio at his side, talking into it. "Hello? This is a survivor, Mathais, at a nearby hotel, Helena and I have spoken, if you can get over here I can offer protection, you all sound like you have all the guns. Helena, can you help them get over here?"