The runners were dispatched, ghouls, zombies, whatever you preferred to call them, they were dead now. Finn had, of course, turned up just in time to be useless with his gang. Max gripped the hammer tighter in his hand as the man mocked him, it would be pointless getting into an argument now and Max didn't fancy his chances in a three on one fight, no matter how good he was. "Caitlyn's been knocked out, as would be clear to you if you used your brain." He said to Finn, before moving next to her and gently putting his hand on Mouse's shoulder. "She looks like she's just unconscious, she should be ok." He said, not entirely sure how much the girl understood. "Jean, we should get Caitlyn inside first, then look at getting the chain off of her legs, I should be able to carry her inside, so you just need to watch my back. Finn if you want to do something useful, go see if there are any more still out there. Mouse, was there anyone else with you other than Clara and Caitlyn?" With this, he tried lifting Caitlyn, she was relatively slim and he found he could carry her with no problem. Now supporting the girl with one arm holding her head and the other supporting her legs, he awaited responses from the rest of the group.