Mason couldn't help but chuckle at her statement. "Pffft, I prefer 'adventurously deviant'." He reached for a gear attached to the side of his seat and pulled it up, reclining the seat slightly backward. Propping his legs up on the dash. Mason turned to Yolanda with a reassuring expression. "Just relax, Yolanda," he started, adjusting the safety belt to fit his new angle. "We're gonna be alone in a dark, desolate, and confined building. The more tense we are, the less fun the experience will be."
Usually, Mason wouldn't be one for breaking the law. He liked to play it safe. But whenever he was around Yolanda or any of this other closer friends, he found he could let all his insecurities and worries go. As long as he wasn't alone, he felt safe. The chill still sat on his chest, a sign of his anxious feelings toward the expedition. He was eager to go into the asylum and document their findings but he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit to the the small hint of a doubt inside him. Aside from the risk of being discovered in restricted and private property, Mason was also worried about their findings. As curious as he was, he wasn't sure just how much he wanted to experience the discoveries first hand. As he sat there in the passenger seat, Mason peered out the window and swallowed his doubts. There was no turning back now anyway.
He turned to Yolanda again and cracked a smirk. "Please, I've been downloading music and movies off the internet since I could remember. I've never been law abiding!" he joked sarcastically, hoping to lighten the mood of the drive.