As the minutes trickle onward, Dave can feel himself growing more and more wary of every sound. Everything echoes in these damn caves, the tunnels are going every which-way and he could run into anyone. After his encounter with Black Tom last Arena and Molotov the Arena before that, his weak trust in people had been strained all the more.

Anyone could leap out at any moment and it would be over. Boom. He considers that people could be in the same situation as him, a little overwhelmed and very fucking paranoid, but he needs to look out for himself. He got himself in this stupid mess, he needs to come out alive and find Feferi again.

The damn voices are still ringing in the back of his head and making it harder and harder to focus on a hinged thought. He needs to get out of this damn hellhole, but he isn't going anywhere until he finds the people who own those names. Rick. Clint. God. The only way he's leaving is via the hovercraft once he's good and dead.

He rounds the corner a little too quickly and Rick comes walking up a little too fast. Dave struggles to read his expression, but it looks like one he doesn't want to fuck with. His sword is held out in front of him and his arms jerk forward protectively, seemingly confused as to whether he wants to attack Rick or back up. His eyes are trained on the other guy's face as he makes his clumsy movements, trying to read for any sign of what to expect.