"Wait, stuck?! H-how can we be stuck?" There is a blatant note of panic in his voice; he retreats in on himself, pulling his hands close to his chest, fiddling nervously with one of the buttons sewn onto his torso. After a moment of silence during which he comes to the understanding that Danny is very much serious, 5 sighs quietly, his gaze drifting listlessly toward the carpet.

"How long is 'the duration'...?"

He doesn't know if he really wants an answer to that, actually.