Truthfully, if some danger pops up, from the looks of all that blood, he's fairly sure their best chance of survival will be to run, but that's not a terribly reassuring answer. He might be able to hide himself in the Lonely, but he doesn't think he could hide Ange too. The last option is to try to fight it, but with the amount of blood, and the way it's splattered everywhere, that doesn't feel like a great idea either.

"I - I don't know yet," he admits, although that's probably no more reassuring than the idea of just running from a threat. "I mean, I guess it kind of depends on what the danger is? Best to just avoid it, I think, if we can."

Cautiously, he steps over to the stairs and peers up them, looking for any sign of trouble. He doesn't hear anything - not yet, anyway - and it looks quiet too, but he's well aware that might not mean much. It feels like the top of the stairs is calling to him. He sets a foot down experimentally on the bottom step, and looks around as he tests his weight on it, half expecting some godawful horror to appear, but nothing happens. He takes a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, that's got to be a good sign, right?"