Okay, probably should've expecte—ohhhcrap. [ It's raining ceiling tiles, and while none of them actually hit him, it's still enough to shock him into stumbling backwards towards the desk. His hands grab onto the desk behind him to avoid actually toppling over the desk and never being able to live it down. ] Some advance warning that was gonna happen would've been nice!

[ Maybe he has no right to complain when Charlie's the one who's actually keeping them from being eaten, but that doesn't mean he won't. The urge to quietly back out of the room while the monster's occupied is incredibly strong, but Rhys resists. Because it's the right thing to do, or whatever. That reasoning feels more tenuous with every second, considering the likelihood of horrible, painful death. At the moment, it's only delayed. ]

Okay, okay, I got this. [ Blatant lie. ] All right, we have to... not die. If we can get it to come at the window with enough momentum, then crash, splat, probably-dead thing. [ It isn't exactly detailed or well thought-out. But it is something. Definitely... something. ]

What do you think? It's our only idea so far, so keep that i—aahhhh. [ The creature starts to work its way free again before the wires tighten. Please, no, he has a robot child to take care of. ] Keep that in mind.