Rhys, for lack of any other real plan, followed closely behind Christopher as he ran through the corridors, stopping at various doorways. He was vaguely aware of the crisis unfolding on Mars and the intrusion by the alien kaiju. Really, he and Gorosaurus were having too much fun tearing apart the containment facility. His new game was to scan the area with the sauropod's weak eyes for any individual humans trying to make a break for it, and then bring a gigantic foot down on top of them. Rhys was beginning to understand the rush assholes like Bevan Mills got from pushing people around.

His beatific expression continued unabated even as klaxons rang through the hospital. Rhys felt like he had earned some payback.

Soon, he and Gorosaurus both bored of crushing individuals humans and ambled off, away from the fighting, towards the other enclosures. Rhys reasoned that even if the infected controlled a few monsters, there was still plenty more left unspoken for. Releasing them might make for a few laughs- not to mention some payback. Rhys tried to remember which monsters were up there. Ookondoru. Titanosaurus. Manda. 

Then again, did it matter? Rhys was enjoying the chaos he was causing. Why bring reason into it?

With that in mind, Gorosaurus laid into the wall of the nearest enclosure. . .