"We're probably screwed," Kiley agreed, typing in another message to Chase. She looked at Pam. "But we're not barricading ourselves in. I think he's going to leave us alone. The most I've ever done is call him old, and you're just annoying. I bet he's got other people he'd rather fuck with." Like the 'security council', mostly Cecilia, Oliver and Owen. And then there was Chase, but Kiley was trying not to freak out about that.
Chase... she had a feeling he could handle things. If he was with Noah, that gave him an extra pair of hands to do some damage. Unless Simms showed up with that fucking fire hose and used it to incapacitate people before he kicked their asses. It was the world's worst metaphor for Simms's dick, to say the least. "If we hear him coming with the fire hose again, we'll try to use the mattress to hold back some of the force. I'm telling Oliver what happened so they can be prepared, okay? We just need to calm the fuck down." Kiley pushed past Pam toward the bars again, pressing her face against the bars. "Juno," she yelled. "Are you okay?"