[He's excited she's even thinking about it- this is obviously new ground, but there's something in him that does really want to help her. If he was trapped here, alone, and lonely enough to talk to his dumb ass, he'd want someone to drag him out too.

She starts moving and he stands, pocketing his phone as he follows. He's not sure how he feels about getting higher up in this place, but... well, he's full in now.]

This better not be your plan to kill me. Like, I get up there and fall through the floor and die, and then you can escape and I inherit all this. Watchin' you.

[But he follows, keeping his eyes mostly on the ground so he doesn't put his foot through somewhere unstable. It's trickier than he thinks, but he stays close.]

So am I just gonna take somethin', or?