The thoughts start to flow, and through them Adelaide is assured again that these are the right people, the ones she can depend on to care as much as she does about getting these people - their people - out whole. Adelaide nods with what Noa says, looking grim but concurring. She's sure those guard would far rather have dead officers than free ones.
"You're right," Adelaide nods toward Roman, then looks over to Nate - Nate, who is taking all this clearly hard, but still is here trying to make something happen, and that is why he fits here so seamlessly. "Frankly I'm shocked the cats aren't already at the wall. We're already the number one and only target for them and for the Capitol, so we won't be making it worse. If anything, them having the boys is just something they can use to hold over our heads and stymie us." She lays her hands on the notebook again, fingers spread. "My brother has thoughts, a damn lot of thoughts about where we might go if we ever lost this place, and we've done our best protecting it but it's never safer than when they're here."
Adelaide's eyes turn back to Roman, brows lifting. "You think we blow the wall?" she asks, clearly turning it over and over in her mind, thorough and precise and made for ferreting out the problems in a plan. "If they're in gen pop, that'll be an issue. We blow them out, and we blow out Ghouls and cats and god knows what else, too," she points out, but in a tone that seems to say this idea has potential, if they work it. She lifts up her hands and tucks her red hair behind her ears, frowning in thought. The gesture makes her look young, but her eyes don't match that image. Neither do her words. "Do you think we could get word in to them? Tell them and any allies to hang back, or to go some other way after the blast... and then we pick off as much of what comes out as we can? Another blast, or snipers or something..."