The silent prayers Chase utters in times like these are not intended for the ears of any higher power. He'd more likely be struck down for the contents of his racing mind, and if instinct would just take control from rational thought then maybe he'd have a hope of getting his arms untangled from the sleeves they're trapped in.

"There are," he makes nervous excuses, giving her something she can latch onto so he doesn't have to ask are you sure? this time, "Cameron, there are cannibals outside."

The things she finds erotic are frankly terrifying, but not nearly so much as how easily he goes along.