[ the girl malia approaches (and she must be a girl, to be so small, and so slight) shifts her gaze up when spoken to — and her horns finally become apparent, no longer hidden in the shadow of the gurney she is ducked behind. it looks like they have similar plans. berserker looks at malia with scornful bewilderment at the question, though, and her response is a hushed, sneaky tone of voice. ]

... You wish to lock yourself in a metal box. That is no way to escape.

[ her right arm ends several inches above her wrist, white bandages wrapped around the spot where her hand must have been taken off, but she still gestures with it before apparently remembering that part of her is missing. with a grimace, her right arm drops back down to her side, and she points with a clawed, red skinned hand down to the end of the hallway. ]

There is a window. It will be faster than a box, come!

[ i... guess she's leaving that way? berserker grabs malia by the wrist with a forceful tug, and starts to trot purposefully towards said window. ]