[A grim impatience overtakes him. Of course. Naturally! Why would there ever be a second fucking entrance to the sixth floor after a host of fucking boobytrapped corridors. Who built this hall of horrors, he'd love to wring their neck.

Hawke is thinking ahead with the grenade. Richie swears, snatching a blanket from the bed and hurriedly helping Taair wrap it around the baby.]

If the kid dies on impact it won't be for a loss of fucking trying. I'll hold him. I've got the most juice left to swim with.

[looks haplessly to the maid.]

...Good luck to you, baby.

[and with that, Richie will hold baby Mizu tight to one shoulder and jump feet first out of this window, hanging onto the child for dear life.]