Brimstone is still alert, senses trained toward the phantom sounds she hears beyond her line of sight, but she reaches out with her free hand and places it on the metal wall beside her. She can feel the small vibrations in the metal, a machine humming with life. Her life.

"Serenity's my home," she says, flicking her gaze over to him briefly before returning her hand to the grip of her rifle. "Ain't no place I'd rather stay myself."

Without waiting for a reply, she starts forward.