"You're--" Pause. "You know what, nevermind. You're right, let's get out of here."

Alyx beckons the alien to follow. Though she's not a fan of his attitude, part of her can't really blame him. She unsheathes her pistol yet again and grabs a shotgun from the weapons rack nearby.

First thing's first, she ducks back into the control room to hit the catch-all release. There's a near-deafening sound as hundreds of prison doors screech open. Alyx winces as she slings the shotgun's strap over her shoulder and hits the intercom button again.

"You're all free, grab something to defend yourselves from the guard racks and get out of here! Hurry!"

Then she looks to Glacius.

"I have a friend distracting the guards on the other end. I need to get everyone else out of here."