Spool takes his sweet time as he meanders down the flight of stairs, one hand kept steady on the banister. As he does, his mind begins to wander. Both you and he are currently stuck inside an abandoned hotel, as a torrent of disgusting infected rain has begun to lay down over Center Ring. Fortunately, you'd managed to snag another survivor as your next meal beforehand, and you're currently dealing with them in one of the rooms. 216, if he remembers correctly.

His own stomach had begun to rumble, and that's what he himself is doing right now, heading down to the kitchen of the building to hopefully find something to eat. This is the most time he's had to himself in a while, and his mind utilises the peace to drift. He wonders what you'd do if he ran right now. Would you give chase? Y'know, get mad, seek him out? Not like he could get far with the storm outside, but...

... would you pounce on him?

"Woah, woah." That makes him stop dead in his tracks, the thought so jarring as it pushes it's way to the forefront of his brain. His cheeks heat up, his free hand placing itself against the wall to better support himself as he feels his legs wobble. Nope, nope, nononono, not going down that train of thought, gotta focus on what he's going down here for. He was already told he has half an hour to get back before you went looking, and it feels like it's nearly been that long. Keep on moving, Spool.