"You did and they are," she assured him. "We're the last two in the facility, I think. Guess we better hope no one has an itchy trigger finger, yeah?"

It was gallows humour, but gallows humour was also mission humour. Phil was looking worse and she was pretty sure she was going to be carrying him at least part of the way out of the facility, unless he found his fifth wind. They were way beyond his second at this point.