Brian flinched when he felt the nails digging into his skin. It was hard to make eye contact at that too. He lifted his head to look at Marcus, and said, "Brian Miles.." he said, flinching again at the pain in his shoulders. It was too difficult to escape, yet he allowed his body to relax and ease itself, maintaining a calm composition. "I came here to get out of the city..." he spoke, wondering if it was best to even state the reason. If his life depended on it, which it may very well be, it's best to be truthful. "I was convicted of murder in the city I came from... Though they still think that I am the culprit when I was just set up..." the pain in his shoulders increased. "I escaped and came here..." he spoke quickly, hanging his head to stare at the floor, breathing heavily. Who was this guy?<br/><br/>"S-Surely you understand that I was here to rest.. And stay out of the city.." he was trying to come to a conclusion with this guy, though it didn't seem to be working the slightest. Brian glanced down at the Hope Lock, praying in his head that he would not die here. That was the last thing he needed, was to be slaughtered here in this warehouse, right?