[hider=OOC]"Broken, broken, hairdryer, bingo!" From the 9th Doctor, going through a box of alien artifacts looking for a weapon..[/hider] "You're a survivor. That much is obvious. And would it be a good survival tactic to go around blabbing? I know I can trust you to keep your mouth shut, because you're smart enough to know what could happen if you didn't. I probably wouldn't do anything... but you don't know that for sure, and that's why you'll tell nobody. If you're wondering about the ridiculously long journey, that was to make sure you weren't going to try and jump me yourself. There are shorter routes, but I always take first-timers through the labyrinth to make sure they're not going to kill me at the drop of a hat." He glances at her over his shoulder. "I have to admit, I'm intrigued by you, though. There's something about you that I can't quite get a handle on. Normally I run through the best way to disable or kill a person as a matter of course, in case they're dangerous, but with you..." He shakes his head. "I don't know. There's probably a word for it, but my brain just doesn't seem to want me to do that. I suppose that must be the good vibe you're talking about. It's new to me, anyway." Looking over at her again, he sees her admiring the Ancient Armour. "Beautiful workmanship, isn't it? I've tried for weeks, but I can't even get close." He blinks. "Did I offer you a meal? I think I'm supposed to do that. I'm sure I read it somewhere in one of the Ancient treatises I have."