Since Javert had grabbed for his own flashlight and radio, Mal didn't see much point in taking them as well. They only needed one set, right? Besides, he'd rather just have the bat instead of trying to juggle it around with a few other items.

"Yeah, I know which one he means." Thus far, he'd always bypassed the stairs and made straight for the women's halls. It was definitely going to be nice to be doing something different.

Hopefully, the plan would go smoothly.

"You all right with flashlight duty? I'll do the head-bashing." He couldn't help smiling down at the bat in his hand. Yes, it was a bit primitive, but since when had he been dignified?