The fear in her voice tugs at Niverian's heartstrings, and he wishes he could promise to protect her, but... He doesn't even know how to properly protect himself. Plus, he's scared too—the last thing he remembers is being tucked into a shadowy corner of the abandoned warehouse he's taken up residence in on Ord Jarta, working on repairing some scrounged technology. "I—if we want to find out what's going on here, yes... we probably should get a good look around." He gets to his feet and, after a moment's hesitation, offers her his hand to help her up.