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Alver felt a chill go down his spine from her stare, but that was quickly washed away by annoyance at her question. Was he scared of her? Hell yes. Was he scared of the guards, getting caught, never getting out of this facility, so on and so forth? Also yes.

And he was sick of it. Screw terror, Alver had gotten over the fear years ago and no way was he letting it win now. Especially not when he was with a person who looked like she was about to go feral on him. He'd been worried for her, for goodness sake! That had been part of the reason he was now an escapee of the facility! Well, that and he'd been sick of the place, but that didn't matter right now.

What did matter was that she'd sounded like she'd expected the answer to be yes, and that. That kind of pissed Alver off.

"No, I'm scared of the dark and closed spaces," He replied sarcastically. "Of course I'm scared of you!" He scowled at her, clenching his fists. "You nearly tried to kill me when we met, remember? And I'm scared of getting caught, the aftermath of getting caught, what GNS-088 needs us for, so on and so forth. Trust me, compared to that, being trapped in an enclosed dark space with a woman who tried to murder me an hour ago is kind of low on the list. And besides..."

Alver took a deep breath. "You weren't actually trying to kill me," He admitted. His scowl receded back to a clear gaze, and his hands uncurled. "You stopped once you noticed I wasn't a guard, and you haven't tried again." He said, staring at her eyes. "And even though I'm scared I'm worried about you too. I don't know what GNS-088 needs us for, but it might be dangerous and even if you're a badass I think you'd feel more comfortable with someone watching your back. I don't want to see any more people die when I can do something to help, ok?"

Speech done, he fell silent. Then a moment later, Alver's whole face turned red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just said. "A-And anyway, I wanted to explore this place." He muttered, looking away. "It seemed interesting, and - oh hey I think that's the exit." He pointed gratefully to the now visible dark space inbetween two rectangle boxes a few feet away from them, squinting to see if there was a wall or a turn. "I think there's a turn... What do you think?" he turned back to face her, unsure how to react after what he'd just said and unsure of how she'd react after his speech. "Exit or dead end?"