If Rhys had been swallowing a drink, it would have sprayed everywhere. Instead, he's knocked for a loop while his eyes bulge wide with alarm.

"No!! Why... Why were they targeted?" he sputters, rising to his feet with staggering speed. He has an underlying suspicion he knew what it tied into, but there was still plenty of room for questioning. "Are they okay? Are they hurt?"

He begins to teeter, like he's going to fall any second.