Wiping his mouth off, he looked around the room and muttered<strong>"...Sorry...Fucking A."</strong>However he got to his feet a moment later and took in a deep breath. Feeling a bit better, he had just had to release all of the fucking tension he was feeling. Looking towards the window, he looked back at the cop and said<strong>"Yeah, whatever. We need to do whatever we're going to do quickly. I don't know how much longer this place is going to hold out."</strong>Noticing the biters growing more frenzied in their attempts to get in. Realistically, it was becoming more possible that they'd be able to eventually knock the shatterproof glass right out of the panel. When that happened? They'd be in trouble, or they could just eventually get through the door. Either way, this wasn't the sort of place Dante wanted to die in.