[ Does he want company? It's hard to say. There's something to relying on others (he dismissed that for a time--he knows he needs to learn it again), but a part of him's worried. About cracking after too long under either uncertainty, or finding out whatever the fuck's going on. Does he want someone to witness that?

He doesn't really have the time to fully think it out, doesn't want to make her wait or get suspicious, so it's just a small pause before he says, awkwardly, ] --Sure. Uh, there was a map. Back there-- [ he looks back the way he came, from the main area everyone usually ended up gathering at from the trains. ] But we should be able to find something if we can get out of here. I mean, there's gotta be something next.

[ Right? He's repeating himself a little, but considering their circumstances--the phone and being on the train, how intentional this all seems--all Robby can rely upon is something being next. A something he doesn't want to really know, but it can't just be nothing, right?

But she said about more than other people, and if she's down for walking now (there was the thing about a tide pen, but fuck it, Robby isn't that bothered to look, or to look nice), he doesn't mind walking on, continuing towards for that 'something'. Asking, as if it's a normal question: ] You think there could be a trap?

[ Is that too paranoid? God, he hopes he's not the only one worried here about, like, this turning into a murder freak show. ]