Coleman considers, briefly, saying something along the lines of "Seven, but we can get by with four." But it's not a good idea to start a lie to a stranger that's so easily disproven by just looking at the New Arrivals board.

And that's a long list of possible threats. He frowns, and taps his chin in thought. Bonecrackers are an unknown, and therefore something to tackle once he's gathered his crew. Ditto the angel, with a side of "not fucking with that." Of the remaining three...

"How quickly can you guide us to the rats?"