His anger and outrage over being taken against his will burned so very hot, yet being overly emotional wasn't something that happened to Zero on a regular basis. For the last three years the man had been more or less detached from...well everything. Ever since he woke in the field amid the corpses of others, wounded and without memory, Zero had just felt disconnected from it all. Oh there was the occasional twinge of guilt or sadness when saw his fellow raiders taking the lives of weaker unarmed people. Still this world was hell, and he understood that to survive you had to take what you needed. Granted he worked hard to climb his way up through the ranks, and earned himself a spot at the right hand of the boss. Now the only real killing he had to do anymore was taking out anyone stupid enough to try and go after the leader of their tribe. Here and now none of that mattered really, not since he had been kidnapped for unknown reasons. He'd kill her, that kid who snagged him, and anyone else who got in the way of his return to his tribe.
Or at least that's what he told himself. Just seeing her fear, hearing her pleas...something about all this just struck the man the wrong way. The names she uttered meant nothing at all to him, but there was something there. Just hearing JJ called him brother in that odd language. Seeing her unarmed and not trying to stop his assent up the stairs. None of it made any damn sense. Still there was something about her; about those eyes of hers, that he couldn't quite shake. Instead of pulling the trigger and just moving on Zero found himself stopping when they reached the top of the stairs. That gun of his pulling away from being aimed at her, though he didn't reholster or drop it. "Who the fuck are you, lady? I don't....where are we, and what is...why did you have your friend bring me here?