I turned my head back to the door, still calculating, before speaking again, my voice carrying the same cold yet calm detachment. "However, when you do make your decision... to break through that reinforced door would take about 900 pounds of sheer force. That's what it'll take to go right through, unless there's a terminal or some kind of release protocol. But I doubt it, considering the current status of this place."

The group exchanged uneasy glances. Leon's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed my words. "You know that much about the structure?" he asked, almost more to himself than anyone else.

Chris stepped closer, still wary, his grip on his rifle tightening. "It's got a point. Most of these facilities are locked down tight. We've seen it before—if the system's down, we're not getting out without some serious force."

Jill, thinking through the situation, kept her focus on me. "You've been calculating this, haven't you? Trying to figure out how to escape, just like us."

Claire glanced at the door, then back at the group. "He's right about the terminal. This place is abandoned—there's no way any systems are still online."

Leon nodded, a cautious respect creeping into his voice. "You've got the strength to break through that door… but if we work together, we might find another way."

Chris raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Work together? You sure about that, Leon? We can't trust this thing."

Jill sighed, still looking at the massive door. "We don't have a lot of options, Chris. If it wanted to kill us, it would've done it already."

Leon looked at me directly, his tone serious. "You want out of here, and so do we. If we let you go, we need to know you're not going to turn into another threat out there."

I tilted my head slightly, watching them all carefully. "Like I said, I have no interest in you. I'm not like the others you've faced. Once I'm out, I have no reason to come after you, or anyone else, unless you force me to."

The silence that followed was heavy with tension, as the group silently weighed their options. They weren't sure what to make of me yet, but one thing was clear: they needed to make a choice, and soon.