[ He hears her heartbeat pick up; smells her fear. It's harder to force himself to cool down again, this time. The weirdness of the place, the way it makes him feel, is eating away at him. It shows on his face as a flash of anger. ]

It ain't just -- [ He pushes out a breath, pulls himself himself back under control. ] Fine. You ain't from my reality.

[ He glances back down the hallway, then at the door he came through. Which is now apparently painted shut, the edges cracked and peeling.

He's never been claustrophobic and he's been in far worse places than this, but the sensation of being shut in isn't doing him any favors. ]

We need to get outta here. Come on, kid. [ He starts walking down the hall, not bothering to check to see if she's following ]