Saturday's closed her eyes and turned away from the doorway, not turning back until the booms die down. She squints one eye open to check before she opens them fully and turns around.

"Oh, hey, not bad."

The layer of balls is noticeably thinner; glue's burst from a few of them, rapidly hardening and holding some of the other grenades in place. She nods at them.

"You think them being stuck like that'll make it easier?"