Derek grunts a little and jostles her a little harder than necessary to adjust where she's sitting on his back — also totally an accident — but when she agrees to get out of the area and go to the armory, Derek's quick to latch onto it and he moves them into the elevator lowering her a little so that she can slide off him until they get back off it again. "Yeah, that's not probably not a bad idea, wrapping that ankle," he agrees. "And then we can...I don't know what we're going to find in the armory but we're going to have to be careful," he sighs. The armory is probably guarded more heavily than maybe anywhere else in the Complex. Although, he has no idea, he's never really been there.

At her answer to his question, Derek looks over at her with his eyebrows lifted. "...well, that makes me feel a little better about making out with Katniss at my troubleshooting station. ...with a line of Alphas waiting for fitness assessing standing around watching..." he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. Making out is probably exaggerating a little since it was only a kiss, but it's the intensity of it that has him using that verbiage.

At least Katniss doesn't live with him, though. "Awkward..."