On one hand, he has a point. Her life isn't in any less danger now than it was when she was in that room.

Though, on the other hand, it isn't her life that she's so worried about. Far as she is concerned, Firo is an innocent in this. Or at least an uninvolved party. He doesn't deserve whatever punishment they would give him if they're caught.

"How? There isn't anything for me outside of this place. Nowhere I can go. I'm... I'm out of people that I can trust."

Someone sure as hell had made certain of that.

She also can't expect Firo to do any more for her than he already has. That's asking for far too much.

Just then, the lights flash red. Sounds of footsteps echo down the corridor where they're headed. Her eyes widen as she abandons her train of thought, grabbing Firo by the arm and pulling him along with her down an adjacent hallway, away from the sounds of marching footfalls.

"This way. May have remembered the exit." If it's still available to them, that is.