"Go into the trees t'get my ass kicked? Nah. Can't say I have." He smirks. The Killjoys had purposefully steered clear of the big breakout attempt that ended in disaster for a lot of people. When any of them do go into the woods, they don't go far.

But the limited space was starting to get to him. Pacing the same routes over and over, being confined. Ghoul's used to the wide, wide open and going wherever he wants. Being cooped up like this, it could drive a guy crazy. So he signed up. Itching to explore, even if the thick-green isn't what he's used to.

"How 'bout you, O captain, my captain? Please tell me y'got some experience along with the leadership gig." He's joking. Mostly.