Sleeth didn't seem to care as he took her arm, putting it over his shoulders. He didn't listen to stories, he didn't care he just kept training. His family was the worrying type and years learning how to fight and survive had it's uses here, but nothing could have prepared him for it completely. This was a project of some kind, a predator killing, the money and resources it most have taken to make such a place? It was a game, a social experiment for humans and probably a way to contain their predator as well. If they were meant to win he had every intention of doing so but the resources had to be at the center or at least deeper in, scattered. His scuff marks had been assuring he moved in further, he had found a corner once, and led outwards from there heading towards the dead center in hopes something was there, and hopefully not their foe. "Sleeth Uzama." He responds as he stands, lifting her with him.