He hasn't seen much except debris since he'd been spat out of the labyrinth. Half formed walls that might have been something at some point but were nothing now. Trees that reached towards the sky and grass that was green and lush and could give anyone the idea that this place wasn't so bad.

But, it was. It was really bad and really annoying and that's only proven when Robbie steps through a thick copse of trees and finds himself facing a gun. His hands go to the chain wrapped around his torso but he doesn't grab for it.

"Nice gun," he says, trying to sound casual. "I'd rather you didn't shoot me with it."