(while he's very glad of trucy's capabilities to handle herself against zombies protecting their work, he'd also prefer for her to never have to be in a situation like this, now or ever. neither of them are very good with scary things like this (apollo especially, but he'll deny it), and while he very much would like to go hide somewhere, he can't just let trucy keep saving him like this.

he doesn't care about getting dirty, it's not like he stayed that way long against the zombies anyway. he's far more concerned about any injuries she might have sustained. he gives her a quick once over for anything even remotely out of place, and while he's currently definitely not the bravest one in the room, he's making a promise to himself right here and now to protect her.

he opens his mouth to respond, interrupted rather rudely by a book that... trucy barely reacts to. yeah. that's it. he's dead serious, shoving down any bit of fear that might be trying to bubble up. he grabs her hand, guiding her toward the door. he breaks off a piece of the chair she was using before, giving himself another makeshift weapon. he is so done.) No. We're getting out of here. We didn't sign up to fight this many zombies unarmed. No amount of money is worth your safety.