Jay drifts ahead, never too far, unwilling to let Tim stray out of his sightline - not that Tim's moving very fast. Slow's fine, as long as Jay can keep protecting him, preferably without any more near-fuckups. Slow and careful.

He slides up to a stairwell, hoping maybe it'll lead them to the ground level and a way out, and stops short, holding an arm out to keep Tim at bay.

"Fuck," he whispers. "Okay. Uh. Turn around slowly."

Cause he's not sure he can take out that many at once.

Most of them don't look as deadly and fucked up as the last few he's had to help Tim with, just sort of shuffling aimlessly around at the foot of a half-blown-out staircase and seemingly unaware of the presence of others.

"We're going that way," Jay says quietly, turning around.

Well, at least they have a set direction now.