Alex swore in Russian, spinning around while holding the blowtorch out like a firearm, before realizing it was another living person. Sighing in relief, he set the blowtorch down, before lifting the visor of the welding mask up, revealing his face. Without the bloodstained plexiglas viewport and the metal frame intervening with his vision, he could now see that the other person was a boy, with a girl hidden behind him.
"Quiet as a church mouse, smart one. The undead wouldn't have come knocking.", he complimented, before reaching out one hand. "Name's Alex, although most Russians refer to me as Sasha.", he introduced with a smile. However, hearing a small this at the door, his smile disappeared in favor of a grimace.
"However, we can not stay here forever. I'm heading out." With these words, he grabbed any other supplies that the other boy hadnt taken, before stashing them in the backpack. Quickly zipping it up, he slung it over his shoulder, before smiling again. "But, I wouldn't mind for some company getting out of this hellhole.", he added, before lowering the visor, the rather small viewport not allowing any sight of Alex' face due to the tint.
Picking up the blowtorch, he looked over his shoulder when he stepped near the door. Even with his face covered, one could almost tell that he was smiling from the tone of his voice as he asked, "Ready?".
