The air had gone out of Telly's lungs when the guy had slammed into him with a surprising amount of force. The tackle alone might not have accomplished that, but when he fell into the computer tables, it hit him in the back just right to create a 'whoosh' of air fleeing his lungs. He managed to grab the guys wrists to keep himself from being pummeled for a moment, and they struggled for a second before he felt the guy slacken and just roll off of him with a fresh welt on his forehead.<br/><br/>Telly lay on the floor sucking in air for a moment before Alice helped him to his feet. "Thanks," he said, cracking his knuckles with a satisfied look on his face. Though next time, he would perhaps try to be a bit more nimble. "Alright," he said in a louder voice, more of a croak, so that everyone could hear. "So... Does<em>anyone</em>want to get the fuck out of here and save themselves? It doesn't have to be one or all... Don't follow the herd and get slaughtered."