[He doesn't move until she wakes. He lets himself rest, but not sleep. He has seen all too often what happens when one assumes that the caged predators will stay in their cages. Hell, he's one too. He knows for a fact he died locked up, but he woke up in an open street.

Part of him marvels that she's going along with this plan. By all means, the smart thing to do would be to go down there and kill each and every last one of those undead. But, she sees him as more. And so, she's starting to see them as a little bit more too. He's grateful. He's grateful for so much with her.]

Guess it's... time then...

[He flashes a smile back at her and gets himself ready too, making sure his face is covered. It won't help much if he's caught walking the dead along, but it'll help him enough for each time he's got to wander back.]

I'm going to... open up... the doors down there... Be safe... Be ready... I will try to... finish up... fast as I can...