Woods wasn't completely unaware of the Doctor's approach, but he had faith in his position of a crack shot, so much that the Doctor throwing him over the railings would be a bad idea in the near future. The first question was passed off as the Doctor spoke of leaving the mall, bringing a small frown to Woods' face, wondering just why everyone wanted to leave so badly. Food wasn't coming in, and the barricades were failing, but did they really need to leave? It seemed like a problem that could be fixed in one or two trips to adjacent food storage facilities, maybe even a new generator or two.<br/><br/>"I May not look well now, Doc... But imagine how I'm going to look with zombies biting me" he said, then surveyed the scenes below him, mostly of people whining to one another, the ominous silence allowing almost every word to echo. "However" he said, after a short pause, looking directly across at the barricaded office on the other side. "If this is only a brief recon mission, I'm in... If you're talking leaving the fortress for a new home... That's another story" he said, then looked to the Doctor. "And what makes you think we'll be the only ones there? People would've gone before... Got unlucky... We're looking at swarms of zombies between us and that dish" he mused aloud.