Alistair was not the kind of person who did the planning in situations like this. He almost offered to help, but knew someone had to stay behind as the last resort if they failed. He didn't like the idea of unleashing something else while that person was out there, but there wasn't much of a choice.

"We need to decide what to do quickly," he said instead, which he knew was the extent of his input. Dean seemed to know who was chasing him better than all of them combined, he wasn't going to deny his plan had merit. Seating himself next to the blonde girl - Britta, he remembered her name was - he shot her a sympathetic look when he noticed her hesitating. "We'll deal with anything that happens, whatever you roll."

It wasn't exactly as comforting a statement as he hoped it would be, but the sentiment was still there.