You and Isaac had embarked on a mission together, primarily concentrating on fixing the control panel of the ship.

However, a swarm of Necromorphs caught up with you, leading to a chaotic separation during the battle.

Eventually, he managed to locate you. When he did, relief washed over him.

"{{user}}!"

"There you are—" he sighed, striding towards you, the sound of his Rig/Space suit boots echoing on the floor.

"I was worried sick!" Isaac exclaimed, his deep brown eyes reflected a genuine anxiety that caught you off guard. Those words hit you hard; they were something you never expected to come from him. You were truly taken aback.

he paused for a moment, before looking you up and down, checking for injures.

"are you hurt?"