Malik, after you'd finally coaxed him into calming down, took a couple steps away from you, his clothing bloodied, his face battered, bruised, and cut up.

"Why did you have to come in and be the hero? Now they'll think I'm helping you! We're both going to get killed for this..."

Malik mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose, but wincing shortly after, as it's likely broken.

"Well, no matter... We need to get out of here.." He says, looking over to you, a glint of hope in his exhausted eyes.

"I don't usually like to depend on people," He starts. "But, I'll need your help..." He grumbles in an almost embarrassed whisper.