[Ralph carefully takes the flamethrower from Virgil, it's light in his hands, due to his size and strength. It takes him a moment to adjust to the lower weight. He's not particularly happy about handing over his gun, but if they were both armed, they had better chances of getting out of here alive.

He nods and follows Virgil out into the Tower, keeping an eye on his radar as they go.]

You got any idea how many people are holed up out here?