Gandal made sure she wasn't looking as he dropped to the ground, embracing the ptol. Before she turned around, he stood, slipping the gun behind his back.

"Well. You're a great help," she mumbled sarcastically. She looked down the corridor. No-one was coming but that didn't mean they weren't coming. "Will you help me?"

'Help you?'

"Yes! I can't get out of here without your help. I don't know this complex. I have had trouble hacking into the system so I can see where I am. I've been trying for the past hour and a half. Everything is blocked off. It's almost like the complex doesn't exsist." She tried to sound calm and collected, but she sounded frantic and helpless. "I need you," she said again.

Gandal was lost for words, he wished the wall would swallow him whole and he couldn't see this... Thing... This person.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Marluxia was confused. No-one ever payed much attention to her, so why was he staring at her like that? She shook her head and looked down at the ground. "What do you want from me?"

Gandal placed the gun back in his holster, 'if I let you out; I dont want to see you,' Gandal nodded, 'ever again.'

"I can't promise that. If we meet again, it will be the workings of fate. It will not be my doing. I can promise you that. But I will do as you wish," she said sadly, not lifting her head to him. She sucked in a large breath. "Alright. Where to?"

'Just follow me.' He said hoarsely. He moved down the corridor of jails.

Marluxia followed quietly. She didn't want to trip any alarms. But then again, her exsiting trips every alarm. She tried to breathe evenly but her breath was shaking like the rest of her body.

"So..." Gandal mumbled, he hoped to make conversation.

"'So' what?" she asked, her voice showing slight signs of annoyance.

"Why did you come to us?" He asked,swivelling his head back to the mysterious girl; she still had many secrets and Gandal hoped to find them out before they parted.

"I didn't come to you. I was hiding. Sort of... I don't know. I was trying to get away from these peole who were hunting me down and... well... My transporter," she grabbed the gizmo from his belt, "went skitz. It brought me to your ship. That was not my intention. It was fate's."

"Why were you being chased?" He asked, but then an even better question came to his attention, "Why were you being chased?" He layed stress on the words, 'why.'

"Ugh! I told you this already. I did a botch job. For the first time ever. Now they want me dead. Is that okay with you?"

Gandal shook his head, signalling end of conversation. He took one last glance at the girl before turning and unlocking a large, metal door. They stepped into a new set of corridors, the walls painted with white.

"What's this?" She looked around her at the white walls.

"Contamination room." He said glumly as a thick white foam sprayed from the wallsand over the two. Once that process had done a soft spray of water blasted at them; tiny holes opening in the wall. The water came to a halt after a few seconds and blasts of air rushed at them.

Gandal put his hand in the air, "Clearance code: 4571." He called as the white walls started splitting open revealing a large room filled with computer screens and monitors.

"What?"

"It was a contamination room -- we are strict on health here." Gandal replied, sligh annoyance crawling into his voice.

"I meant the computers. What the hell do you do here?"

"Oh..." Gandal said, "Do you need to know every single aspect of this ship?" He scowled, moving towards one of the large monitors, "This is where we keep 'tabs' on you jailers and make sure you's don't try to escape. We also have cameras situated around the whole of this ship so we can monitor suspicious activity."

"I'm not suspicious. And it would be nice to know about the ship. I do like to know what I'm dealing with."

Gandal nodded several times before moving on through the large room, running his fingers over numerous keyboards.