Although he'd like to give a definitive answer, Maine can't be sure that there isn't a clone of him lurking somewhere in these tunnels. Can't be sure that they won't round the next bend and find the path ahead filled with his own bulk. Even if it's as feral and seemingly mindless as those other clones had been, it would still be a threat. It would still have the body that Maine has transformed into a formidable weapon.

The massive man presses his lips together as he shrugs, then he shakes his head. He doesn't know if he has a clone. He hopes that he doesn't. Not for his own sake, but for Wash and Brigitte's.

Maine falls back slightly behind Wash, watching the backs of his two allies. He raises his hand and angles his wrist so that his device's light illuminates the path ahead of Brigitte — as well as it can, at least. It's as he does so that Maine realizes something strange. Something that he didn't see when he cut the ropes from Wash's hands.

"Wristband?" he asks Wash. Does the other man have it?