[ Don't worry, Vector, he still thinks you're just a kid that got scared of his face. The puppy resemblance is hard for Adolf to ignore, exacerbated by the fact that the kid follows him when he gets up and takes a step to the side.

How is he supposed to deal, he has no idea. It's so much easier when things are more cut-and-dry, when he can call it work and put his feelings aside for the mission. His expression is appropriately evaluative. ]

Yeah. But you're not obligated to help me, are you. [ He says so somewhat dispassionately, even if he appreciates the offer... what a nerd. ] You can tell me how to get out of here, and I can find a way to do that myself.