He turns when she releases him, looking up and up and up at her. His eyes run over her, taking in what details he can see. She's big. She might actually be bigger then she looks right now, if her tail is any indication. His attention lingers on her claws, all of them, and he wonders if those were the needles he had been surrounded with just a second ago.

Her voice hits him like that strangest gust of air, a shiver racing up his spine. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like that she's so big and so far over there, and yet it feels like she's right in his ear. He shifts thoughtlessly, moving to stand so he can face her.

"I want to help you," he says as he stands, glancing down at Five. "All of you."