"They're the green-eyes," the Soldier says, but it does put the gun away. Reluctantly and under registered protest. "They don't like us. They don't like anyone."

But between flesh arm and metal arm, the Soldier can carry two people easily: one over their shoulder and the other tucked under the metal arm. "Invincible is close. Kitchen would be easy to defend. Few windows." And because the Soldier is selfish, the ones they grab happen to be friends.

Give it permission to move to where it suggested, Martha, hurry up. The green-eyes are getting closer, and fast.