A bit taken aback by the woman's harsh tone, Telly looked to one of the library tables in sudden realization. A table leg would make a much better weapon than a book... For one, he could swing it a lot better, and it was probably going to hurt a lot more, though he couldn't be sure if those things could even feel pain. He had seen one fall down some stairs in pursuit of another student, and keep crawling on the ground with a pair of broken legs as if nothing was amiss. "Umm, I'll come to the roof," said Telly shyly, raising his hand as a volunteer. He looked forlornly back to the barricaded door, wondering if the girl out there had already left or been dragged away and... He preferred not to think about what would happen to her.<br/><br/>He was far-sighted, which meant he could not read a book without glasses, but from a long ways away, his vision was perfect, 20/20. With his contacts in, he really had no vision problems at all, beside the faint floaters that most people had anyways.<br/><br/>But before he would go on the roof, he vowed to bring a better weapon with him, and he flipped a wooden table on it's top, scattering papers and books from some forgotten student's studies. It was not a small table, but he was strong enough to make it look effortless. Telly looked around at the other refugee students, trying to find a volunteer. "Um," he began, and then spoke a bit louder for clarity's sake. "Does anyone... want to hold the table to the ground so I can break off some legs?"