Chase snorted, raising a hand over his head to lightly graze against her knee as he thought about that. Despite the modifications and the new ammo he'd been working on, the sniper rifle still shot paintballs just fine. "Maybe we should let Simms out for a day and go hunting. I bet we could get most of the house in on that." Of course, in his mind's eye Simms was firmly cuffed and hampered to avoid him actually escaping, and realistically he knew that was giving him any chance out of his cell was a bad plan.
"I wonder how many people kept their paintball guns," he mused instead, his head tilting to the side. "Or how much ammo is in the house." It occurred to him that none of the newer people would have weapons, so that wouldn't really be fair. Of course, there was always a chance that the assholes in charge would see what was being planned and step in, though They'd probably fuck it up somehow.