Remy stood behind the woman, admiring just how natural this leadership thing was for her. Not his thing, and he had no problem with it, but seeing her in action was inspiring. Those that held questioning looks saw his trust and obedience to her and complied. He picked up a teenaged girl with a twisted leg, who thankfully stopped crying, and headed to the compound's garage with the pack of dazed and tired people in tow.
The keys were either on hooks or with the gaurds, so he spent a few minutes hotwiring the nondescript vans to life. Jean was consoling some frightened people having bad reactions to the vehicles they had been stolen in.
Eight rumbling vans began to sluggishly exit the garage, in the proper direction for their escape.