[Got it in one, she's following right along. Figures if his wrists were that bad, he'd've fixed them up himself, so she decides not to fuss about it.]

Better than just shootin' everybody, huh.

[She ain't too good at planning until the planning part's over. But she's thinking it over, all the same.]

Gotta pick the locks first. [What kinda locks? All of them.] Take out the guards, anybody comin' by, 'til we run outta ammo or everybody's in the dirt. Whichever comes first.

[Try not to die, but that kinda goes without saying.]