"Wise." To the pay up front. Zoe relaxed a little as her hand came back clean, save for what was on the floor, on the beam, or on his clothes. It was better than she thought.
"You're not going to lose your leg if I can help it." Zoe stood, gathering up the rope she'd rested on him. "I am not in the mood to cut anything off. Last resort." She was letting him know that it was possible anyway.
"Your goal in these situations?" Zoe wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but she wasn't focusing on him. She turned her attention from him to their surroundings again. "Levers are pretty damn useful." She grabbed up something and started tying the rope up to it. "Pulleys. Chains would be better, and more men." Men being in this case people in general. "But, we'll have to make do with me."