You pour more fire into the horde, diminishing their numbers with admirable if heartless efficiency, and soon enough...not as soon as could be wished, but soon enough...the last of the living impaired ceases to draw attention.<br/><br/>In the aftermath, Soph, some of your lads and lasses succumb to what they've done and need a few moments to recover their composure.  It's one thing to mow down enemies in battle. This was more like shooting helpless fish in a barrel, and it takes them a bit to get over it.  Much as the delay is a pain in the ass, it does mean that your entourage are not callous, sociopathic assholes...<br/><br/>Alex looks over the ruined bodies and looks profoundly unhappy, but doesn't say anything about the wait.  Instead, he gives his mother a sharp look, then glances at Soph, shrugs, and trots off to scout another path for your vehicles to take.