"Yeah, let's hold onto the rest. If there are people upstairs looking for something to do, they can make more. We have plenty of bedsheets."

He steps away from the pile he's arranged. Hopefully they'll hold long enough to get the stairs protected, like Soldat says. It's already a little better, with barely a trickle getting through to the floor past the doorway.

"Is the door stuck?" he asks, trying to figure out what's giving Soldat so much trouble.