Still crouched, Al smiled and shook his head at Claxter. "If I knew what to do, I'd already be doing it. Open to suggestions. This is totally killing my vibe."
He glanced around behind him. There seemed to be a bit of a lull in the fight. What's more, thanks to the angles and positions involved, it looked like stray shots wouldn't even come close to the front door at the moment.
"Who's up for getting the heck outta here?" he whispered tersely to the table at large. He made his way, still crouched low, as quickly as he could to and out the front door. "Scuse me," he said, brushing by a man in the doorway. Once outside, he stood up straight and drew a deep breath of the air.