[ he works to keep his features school into neutrality, but he can't stop his mouth from thinning. ]

Upwards of eighty. [ a beat. ] Your lot might put us considerably higher.

[ which sounds terrible, so fitz quickly tacks on — ]

We're working on it. [ gesturing between them. ] All of us, together. [ a little nod. ] Once you're done, we can get you somewhere safe while you catch up, if you like.