Max sat there, and looked up to see Kieara's hand out to him. He didn't take it, instead he stood up on his own. Well, there goes his personality set, rude and cold. But there was that very small hint of trust somewhere from him. It was very small though. He walked towards the door, exiting through the doors and standing in the hallways. He looked around him, rather surprised and amazed to be out of that room and into one that actually had light. But he had no clue on where to go to get out from here. It had been forever since he had been captured, even then, he couldn't remember the way he was brought in from. The fact was, where would he go from here? He was free, wasn't he? Surely he must be, he was out of that room, that cage that confined not only him but his soul. Where he would go from here, he didn't know. Slowly, he glanced over at Kieara, that cold look was still on his face as usual. Not a single word was spoken from him,  but he seemed to express what he felt and wanted through body language, so that was a simple start, right? Max then decided to head off down the hallway, hoping it was the right direction.