The mannequins jump to life, and Numbers immediately sprints for cover. He doesn't have much time to gather his wits, though--someone grabs his arm, and he nearly jumps out of his skin. His hand instinctively reaches for his gun as he whirls around to face the stranger. Bewildered, he lowers his hand, eyes darting towards the mannequins heading directly in their direction.

"Yeah, I can fucking see they're trying to kill us," Numbers snarls. "What the hell are Autons?"