[Lloyd cocks his head as though listening to something only he can hear, then seemingly scowls at a dust mote hanging in the air.]

Leave Zack out of this. He's not part of it.

[As he speaks, he tugs on Zack's shoulder, trying to urge him to back down the stairs. He lowers his voice to a near-inaudible whisper.]

Zack, I'm not kidding. We can't fight them up here. You said the floorboards are bad.