[Giles makes a face - the ill fated welcome home party hadn't yet passed into the realm of nostalgia, for him - but raises his hand, all the same. If there were some sort of master controlling these beasts, then they could have found him, killed him, and probably put an end to this entirely...or, at least, stopped any more being created and overrunning this already empty town.]
I suppose we can hold out for a while in here, i-if we have to.
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I suppose we can hold out for a while in here, i-if we have to.