[ Josuke's a pretty normal high school kid (sans the magic powers)— he can't help but ogle that super cool looking weapon for a second. Coupled with those wise, wise words? This guy seems like he's more out of some badass movie than anything else. Sheepishly, he follows the other man's lead, rubbing the back of his neck a bit awkwardly. He always feels a bit nervous around these types that radiate experienced fighter vibes. ]

Y-Yeah— I'll try to watch your back, too. [ He just needs to prove that he can be useful, and not a total donut on this mission. Or he'll embarrass himself! In front of someone cool! Either way, he thinks it's best to just keep the conversation rolling, so he's not as scared by the definite alien rats scurrying around. ] I can only fight stuff that gets close, but if you get hurt, I could fix it for you...

[ Rambling while not looking directly at the other man, he peers down the great corridor they're heading down; it's quite dark, due to the Adamant's non-existent power, and the lack of light shining in from the outside. The further they get from the entryway, the darker it'll become. But, there's a fork in the metaphorical road, and an old dusty map bolted to the steel wall behind some thick, unbroken glass. ]

—You any good with directions?