[ He does absolutely no squirming, because he does no eye catching back. You can fight him, Kyna, he's investing his entire brain into this because it's the healthiest coping mechanism, change his mind meme.

Sheets go to the floor, and Ian follows suit. Knees hit the concrete, and he tugs a box cutter but make it future out of his tool bag. When Will gets back, he'll vaguely gesture to the ground for all that silverware, too.

He finally uses his people words when he starts cutting the sheets into strips. ]

If you just throw any standard net over that thing it's gonna tear its way out in, like, a second. Probably even a metal mesh, because we don't have anything on hand here that can be both thin and strong at the same time. Steel will probably hold it if it's thick enough, I have the framework for a cage already, but... catching it in the first place? We're not exactly gonna be able to throw fucking sheet metal over it.

[ A dip of his shoulder. ]

But, it doesn't have to hold for long if we knock it unconscious, or stun it. Rig together a net with something conductive woven in, then hit it with a good kick of electricity...

[ Then he looks at Kyna. Because. You know. That would be you. Sorry. ]