"Or sabotaging one part of the system and attacking at another point, seeing how few we are," he pointed out. "Too risky, except maybe on the two elevators people are using. Save us having to guard them constantly." He looked at Riffraff. "That possible with what we can scrounge up?" She was the expert, so he was asking her.
Frankly, Sean looked like he needed sleep. Cath frowned. He ought to know better. Tired brains make poor decisions. He'd wait until Riffraff was gone before he said anything.
"Not really," he said. The IRA specialized in small teams, and Cath was very good at making due with very little, including manpower. "Two or three people on each floor, with radios, video monitoring of the elevators. All it takes is good coordination. Although drafting a few more would be helpful. I'm not opposed to telling people if they refuse to move, they're on their own." It was reality.
He managed not to smirk as Riffraff positively went ballistimus at the idea of moving her things. She was one of those for certain. Good, they needed that sort of genius. "The lowest two decks are the most defensible. And what with how many have disappeared, there should be ample room. And the crew quarters should be handicap accessible."