"No, I'm just mad," Chase grumbled honestly as he typed out a message to Oliver. Maybe going out even when he was upset was better than leaving her out there hanging after all. He moved to poke around the bag he knew had the flashlights and batteries. It only took a moment before he was stomping back out again.
"I didn't know it was like that," he told her as he reappeared, using his mood as fuel to get the heavy door shut again. His ankle protested, but he didn't care. "Fuck Them. That's so fucked up, you're not a wimp. That's just..that's so fucked."