"As strange as they've become by being here, we all still have lives, and as far as most everything here is concerned, we're still thought of as prey. That-"

V cuts theirself off abruptly. "Look out!"

Their rebuilt toolbelt is more for getting in things than fighting them, but one of the things they've scrounged is a lighter that's mostly full. The Synth goes for another stick, ready to set it aflame.