Ethan couldn't resist giving the scientist a good, swift kick in the ribs as he walked on by. He liked to think he wasn't a sadistic person, but damn if some small part of him didn't cheer when he could hear the cracking and the shrill, pained cry the man shrieked out. "Go die in a fire," he muttered.
Shaking his head, he jogged to fall into step with Brenna. He reached out to touch her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Minutes later, and they were moving up a flight of stairs. Only two more floors to go, and Ethan was cursing the architect. Whoever had designed this place had designed it to make escape more than just a pain in the ass. The staircases that connected the floors were completely disconnected from each other, and one would have to cross the floor they were on before they could reach the other. Whatever elevators were about had been shut off when the alarm had been sounded. It was on hell on his knees - he was too old for this shit, but here he was.
Wolverine had definitely already been through this area. Blood was everywhere, the floors, the walls, and even the ceiling in some areas. Ethan ignored the part of his mind that screamed at him to run and run, and he only managed to hold onto his stomach as his eyes fell upon all of the violence. He had never wished to see what a person's insides looked like, but there they were, laid open in all of their technicolor glory.
Just keep moving. He lifted his eyes, forcing himself to block the gore from his sight as he took Brenna's hand. The floors were slippery with blood, and he didn't want her to slip. Yeah, that was all. Really.