"You could at least call me my nickname in this place! It's Spring, and you're welcome for not dying!" He yelled after Ford. Still, he did not try to follow him, in fact, he went the opposite direction Ford was going. It had not helped Ford though. Now he was bleeding. Maybe even worse and he didn't even know it yet. His sides were burning and his stomach felt cold. It began speaking again and Ford was barely paying attention. "If you're so sure you can handle this place on your own, be my guest to die, I'll just ask the other kid for help." Ford stopped and looked back. "There really is someone else here?" Chip, now back on Ford's arm retracted a bit realizing he was no longer moving away from this giant carnivore. Despite now facing away from him, Ford could see a smile curl up on "Spring's" face. He turned around annoyingly slow. "You did hear her right? That scream a while ago." He walked towards Ford slowly, putting his hands out a bit to show he had nothing to harm Ford with. "I have a... little helper, and thanks to that little helper, not only did I save us, but I know all about her." He reached Ford and put his arms down as if the air was free from all tension, which was far from the truth. Ford expected to die in seconds, but Spring simply looked up to the lights on the ceiling. "Like what." Ford asked, struggling with the question. Spring cocked an eye as if not knowing what he meant. "What do you know? Why is she so important to you?"
