Reed, Sedoy, Mavis, and ISO stand frozen in place in their apartment lobby, not wanting to make any sudden movements and risk the wrath of the three Oasis PD-branded Very Heavy Pistols trained on their heads.

ISO opens his mouth as if to speak, and then closes it a second later with a frown.

He tries again, reaching deep to summon some sort of explanation, something he could say that will get them to the other side of this room, and to the relative freedom of the city streets… but for the first time in his life...

ISO finds himself at a loss for words.