The moment he comes free, Ghost darts forward at top speed, shooting into the shadowed room ahead of them. Instinct says to keep going, lose himself in the shadows and the clutter and the overturned equipment around him. Don't let them find him. Hide. He has to hide...

But. There's the memory of a voice: Ghost! Get the door!

He hesitates for a split second, then darts over to the inside keypad and seals the door, right behind Adia. There's a moment of silence except for her panicked breathing, the soft sound of environmental seals closing again. Then the slow thump and scrape of claws against the door. They scrabble and drag across the other side, distressingly systematic. Probing.

Ghost locks down the security again. Two layers of it. Maybe the thing out there knows how to use keypads. It probably doesn't know how to hack them.

Then he turns. His tiny shell is quivering almost as much as Adia is. He swoops closer nonetheless, scanning her without asking to see if she's okay. He saw her stumble back, and she's bleeding...

He doesn't speak. Shock and fear have taken root, and the instincts of his years alone have come back to the surface. Years when his only drives were to search and survive. Years when he had no-one to speak to... and precious little reason to.