Thomas nodded casually, a grin crossing his face. He lifted his arms up as if to say "I can't say I blame you". Thomas looked at her and said, "Then riddle me this: if I was one of those things, why didn't I begin killing these people on sight, then break down the door so my friends could get anyone I missed? I do have a weapon, I could have easily shot off that padlock the second I entered. Even ask the man who locked the door, my weapon was drawn. Better yet, I could have simply shot him and left the door open, then laughed hysterically as you all were horribly mauled." Thomas folded his arms across his chest, looking at her as though he were looking at a developmentally challenged teenager.