[He remains silent to digest what Cordelia's thoughts are on the matter, all the while thinking about how sure, Frederick and Cordelia make sense: the two of them have a reputation for being hardworking and have the training as soldiers to boot. There's not much room for self-deprecation, though: if it's as Cordelia says, they all should have some merit... and they should all have a chance at waking.

That's good enough for him. He nods.]

Then I guess we'd better get to work on taking note of our sleeping comrades! There's, what? At LEAST thirty-five more of us? [He does a vague tally in his head, but by no means an accurate count. That's just too many people to count for the sake of conversation. He sighs.] Sheesh. That's a lot of bodies to discover in this not-graveyard... It really is gonna take a while to find 'em all.