"Don't," Quinlan replies gruffly, one hand drifting down to brush against the leathery skin of the face at his hip. "Save your worrying for things that need it. Like the rest of the ship."

He begins to walk off and lifts his chin with the slightest of movements for Alex to follow him, a silent invitation to walk and talk as they both continue their prowling of the corridors.

"There are more things to be afraid of here than masks, aren't there?"