"We're gonna die," Marco had taken up murmuring repeatedly to himself, though he had at least given up the rocking that he had been doing in favor of watching Simms carefully, waiting for him to move. He didn't seem to be fully aware of his own babbling, but watching this at least gave him something to focus on.
Edwin jumped when he heard something break, and quickly pulled his arm back into his cell and jumped up, half expecting to find that whatever had broken had been his hand, with how on edge everyone was now. Even in his relief over realizing how dumb that was, he still ended up tucking in against Oliver. "What was that?" he called out to Chase.