"Not without Rue," Rogers agrees, because Rue is going to make it out. The three of them are going to make it out. They'll give everyone else who wants to get out the chance to make it out.

He collects the charges from Winter - and the grenade from Kate, with an almost rueful smile. "Thanks." That, he clips to his belt as they start to make their way out.

He makes sure Kate takes the lead, but isn't far behind her because he's not sure what kind of resistance - if any - they might meet on the way out. The way in was... well. It was what it was. But out seems to be better - or, at least, more straightforward. The house is clearly unstable, less about trying to keep them in and more about not necessarily trying to stay up while they make their way out.

"Kate, watch your step. Keep an eye on the ceiling," he calls as he pauses to lay one of his charges near a large, gaping doorway. "Winter, we'll take turns covering her."

And keep moving. They've got to keep moving. And keep an eye out for their friends.