We were... [ Jim frowns, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to dig through the mire of his memory. ] ...we were trying to channel the impulses into not killing anyone.

[ Whether or not they succeeded depended upon how far Claude fell, probably. Christ.

Jim nods, already hanging a right towards the back of the warehouse. He remembers, at least, where they put everything. ] The way you originally came in should be clear. That tripwire is fake. Well, not fake - it sets off an alarm. It shouldn't hurt anyone.