[Lance doesn't know what exactly he was expecting after getting his throat slashed open in a simulation. In the best case scenario, he thought it'd mean waking back up in the real world where he could then hopefully turn the damn thing off before Allura had to go through anything similar, but in actuality it's more like respawning at the last save point in the world's most depressing video game. He startles in the cell, earning himself several dead-eyed looks from his fellow prisoners.]

Allura!

[Likewise he immediately turns towards her, and attempts to give her a hug... but turns out chains are incredibly good at thwarting these kinds of attempts. He settles for pressing his cheek against her shoulder, panic slowly receding.]

Allura, I'm so glad you're okay.

[Visibly anyway. Or at least as close as to okay as they can possibly be in this horrid situation. God knows he's going to have nightmares about this for a while.]

We can't let this keep happening so we have to get out of here. I- I think I know how. You think you can like... free one of my hands?