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"I don't see that we have any other options, friend." Colten would take graceful, near leaps up the stairs, taking them two to three at a time. Until he reached the top, somewhat surprised at the complete lack of traps or surprises. Or perhaps they were here, he would grab the rails, jumping forward using his hold to propel him forward, nearly sliding onto his ass, frantically, and yet with a calm disposition looking about. He was quite confused with the layout. It seemed the prison, had been chopped and changed to suit something beyond his contemplation. He would pace, thinking for a moment, looking to see that Chou had made it up.

The small asian man had proven himself invaluable, and skilled. Exceeding what could have been expected. He tensed, balling his fists with slow and jutted movements, as if struggling to keep calm under the pressure. He felt watched, and utilized, a pawn in some messed up horror movie. He would slow to a stop, with a vast sweep of his gaze he took in their surroundings. He settled on a door that seemed about right and went to it, grabbing and shaking at the handle. Struggling with the handle through gritted teeth.

"What the hell.." He would deliver a swift punch to the door, pain shooting up his arm and seeming to settle in his aching muscles, not content to being there it would spread thus further, through out his whole body and reminding him of the strenuous activity and his desire to rest.