It was only a few moments after the soldiers had been finished off that Jalo returned to his natural state of mind. He had reached the point of over exerting himself, he looked like he was barely able to stand upright. It certainly was a sight to come back to - countless charred, decapitated, crushed, and mauled bodies, barely visible in the dim glow. It was awful, and 027 had never wanted to do this; hurting people was something he wanted no part of. And it made him sick to think that he was responsible for some of the deaths of the people just trying to do their jobs. There was still hope that 066 was right, and that was most of the soldiers, if not all of them, in the facility. He heard people talking, but it sounded like nothing more than mutters to him, but it seemed there was a new mutant in the group. Hearing how she spoke, he gave her a weary look. The last thing they needed was trouble amongst themselves. Suddenly, they were moving, and the only thing that kept Jalo moving was that he was somewhat in the middle of the crowd still. He tried to think about the situation he was in but it required too much energy, so he stuck to blindly following everyone. Did he even recognize the one leading the group? Hopefully he was onto something good.