"Sounds like a plan," Duo mutters under his breath, a little strained from helping Manabu up as his legs wobbled. Okay, then they would just have to make it through the streets alive. Easy. No problem.

The other man's hopeful question makes Duo pause mid-breath, then glance away. Hesitation is clear on his face; he doesn't know how many people he could safely house there, and if there was any chance of more people drawing the attackers' attention to it...

Unbidden mental images of a ruined church-- Great. Great time for this, get it together, Duo--

"No," He says firmly, and readjusts his hoisting support under Manabu's shoulder. His brow furrows with conflicted feelings, but-- he has to protect his. "No one else. It's bad enough we're stampeding through with a mob-- Cybertronian in tow. And you can barely stand."