"Aye..." He gave off a sigh, forcing a smile on to his face as he started to wheel himself out of the Danger Room. Once the doors opened, he waved to Ilya.

"It's your turn, Ilya." He tried to sound cheerful and happy. It was better than sounding hurt, exhausted, and scared. There was now some dried blood on his nose, as the handkerchief was removed and just clutched in his hand. "I will wait for you right here."