[Numbers just stares at Arthur for a moment, then lets out a slightly irritated groan. Not necessarily at Arthur, but towards himself for not noticing earlier. Okay. This guy's blind. He can work with that. Maybe.]

I don't know. I shot one in the head, and it didn't kill it. [Which is deeply annoying for Numbers. He'd really just rather get it all over with the easy way.] Taking out their legs might slow them down.

[He tilts his head upwards to look through the glass. The mannequins seem to be meandering, trying to search for them, but if the mannequins simply turned the corner, they'd be able to see both Arthur and Numbers. They need to move. But where?]

We need to find somewhere better to hide. Keep your head low, I'll lead you. Got it?