Breathing heavy and hunching over again cursing under his breath as each heave left his lungs. He looked over at Razor who was now helping the human, he was a little unsure about helping him, he could turn around and kill them. However he did know they were Ramen and had not killed them yet.<br/><br/>He looked at the small fox who was being hugged like a stuffed animal to the woman and wondered where he stood. Did he hate humans too? Or was he another race he would have to stay away from and look out for?<br/><br/>Thoughts and worries ran through the already sleep, food and water deprived head of the zombie looking man.<br/><br/>He heard the woman talk and than when questions came about Razor he jutted, maybe it was the simple act of asking questions, or maybe it was how she asked them but he felt defensive, and it made him not trust this woman even more.	“How can we trust you?”<br/><br/>Putting words to his disbelief he uttered “You got us across a bridge, sure I'll give you that. I want to know who you are and why your helping us.” He paused and looked around “ I think we all do. why would a human be helping Ramen anyways?”<br/><br/>He put his foot down and kept hunching, though he sounded angry, you could tell there was some fear in his voice, it shock every time he said Ramen or human, any time he took a breath it was unstable, like he was scared she might get mad in return and hit him.<br/><br/>Though the thought of a small woman hitting such a large monster might seem funny to some people, it was a very real fear to him. Most of this anger was for show, a large bark from a small dog.<br/><br/>He good arm was still rubbing his broken one, Ramen were good at dealing with pain, dead nerve ending helped, It was a flare of pain now, coming off his waves of heat, it would pass but it was rather annoying.<br/><br/>He looked back at Razor for any backup.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>