Gunther's entire body began to shake.  He knew that the room was empty, and yet with Brigit's question, he could not convince himself.  He could hear footsteps in the room, could see shadows looming over his shoulders.  "There'snooneinhere."  He squeaked, drawing closer to Brigit.  Every surface his light strayed upon was harsh and uncomfortable, arranged in lines designed to produce terror.  The girl's softness helped reduce his fears somewhat, as his rational mind fought for control.<br/><br/>"This room is designed to be uncomfortable."  Gunther told Brigit calmly, hoping he could keep her calm by faking confidence.  "There's nothing here except for some machines they used to make people not want to come back to this room.  You're completely safe here."  Gunther wished he could beleive his own words, as he wondered just how dangerous the girl's paranoia could be, or his, for that matter.  This was the wrong room to lose control in and start trying to "help" someone.