He folds his arms around each other, now with his hands free. Listening, and he can't argue completely. Maybe they should have moved the camp, or figured some better way of keeping people protected at the base. They knew about the miners, could've guessed they would have known about them too.

But this wasn't like before, when they were dealing with just a few sentries at a time. None of the smaller maintenance bots going wild too.

"Cassie was saying we need to chip in and get more weapons. It's expensive on the train, but," he shakes his head. "We're not doing any better, unless people can figure out how mangle something from the weapons the sentries have." Even if they were part of the sentry. "Even when we know there's going to be a fight, not everyone leaves. They want to help."

He pauses, and - it's been on his mind too, after another discussion.

"...We should talk with Piccolo. See if he's willing to give everyone weapons again."