Will sucked a mouthful of porridge off his fingers and frowned at Tuck, then looked to the door. He wasn't going without a fight. If he positioned himself by the door, he could maybe get a good crack at Nottingham, maybe... get out? He couldn't make it look obvious though. Nottingham would be watching the cameras.
"How long do you reckon we've got?" he pondered, taking another bite of porridge. The distraction was supposed to help with the flavour, but... it really wasn't.