Sveta isn't easy to frighten off, he knows, but there's a hitch of nerves at the thought of her getting closer to this thing. He came here willingly, knowing she would have to, but the reality is difficult to swallow. He does have to give a soft laugh at that — Little Shit; the nickname he'd assigned the thing really does fit.

"I'm worried it might try to do something to you," he admits, as he starts to lean back on his elbows but hesitates for a moment. "Back at the facility, the doctors did... many tests. It might get agitated, remembering that." He frowns, looking up at her. "Will you promise me that if it starts becoming dangerous, if it comes out... you'll keep yourself safe? Leave this room and lock me in here. It can't open doors."