[She's surprising herself. Why is she going along so readily, matching his stride with her clumsy feet? Letting him shut the door behind her, ignoring the rising hair on the back of her neck?

It's not that she takes heart in his platitudes. Although he does seem...not blithe, not quite, but he's not pushing the comfort and cooing as much as other people have. It's a bit matter of fact, even. The sentiments sound more sincere that way.

Though it helps that the mouth they fall from is perfectly plush. Wryly quirked, like some dashing fairy tale rogue. Fukawa snags a lock of her unruly hair and tugs on it sharply. She won't turn her back and she won't leave arm's reach of the door, she's not that stupid. But she'll hear this smooth talker out.]

Ha! Y-you would think so. [The common sense thing. She hadn't seen the merit in it the first time she was trapped in a strange place, but they'd all been made to suspect each other from the start.] That's a t-trap in itself. Who says we're all on the same side? Even in a situation as crazy as this, some p-people are only looking out for themselves. Willing to k-kill, even.

[You could never predict the motivations of a stranger. Incentives that seemed ridiculous or worthless to you meant the world to someone else. Her eyes narrow with her grim warning — whether its for his benefit or to ward him off is hard to say.]

N-never assume someone's with you just because they're standing in the same pile of shit.