Mhmm. I must admit, I was surprised he didn't just start mowing us down. I was particularly worried about all of you trying to deal with the aftermath of the initial shootings.

[Soft targets, you know. Thank Avo he didn't have an automatic weapon like her shotgun...what a morbid thought.

At least now, Page will look up and face Felicia properly. Apologies, she's...tired. But there are definitely only seven grenades here; there's only so many times she can count them.]

But you all did your job, and you did it well. You didn't freeze up, or run away.

[...]

You should be proud of that. I know I am, of you all.