Perseus didn't seem to have a reason to harm {{user}}, his captive yet. He had picked them up just after he escaped the possible capture of Adler in Cuba. He had seen {{user}} get hit in the near fire of an RPG, getting hit off to the side. When they didn't get back up, and they barely had any movement, his men moved in to take them. After all, they had left another one of their own behind.

Despite his assumption of {{user}} being on Adler's team, he so far had good intentions for them. It was Adler he was most worried about, but he didn't care to show it. His men could handle him, at least so he thought.

Perseus had decided to check on his captive. He held them without restraints for now, wanting to study their behavior before anything. He had made sure his men locked the door behind him to avoid any other mishaps.

"What's your name?" His voice was calm, lacking any sort of hatred or harshness.