He's leading her through the twists and turns of the Complex he's taught himself in the instance that he'd need them — an instance just such as this — and he doesn't look over at her when she speaks, because he doesn't know whether she's looking at him and the last thing they need is for him to run them both into a wall because, once again, neither of them is paying enough attention.

"I'd be such a piece of crap person if I just left you there," he replies breathlessly, pulling her a little as they whip around a turn he forgets is there until he's practically on top of it. "Sorry."

He probably should've left her there, because there's no guarantee she's safe and there's that pesky little part where she's slowing him down juuust a little bit. Not because she's slow, but because he hesitates and second guesses himself a little because he isn't alone.

Rounding another turn, this time less sharp, Cisco pushes her back against a wall and presses his own back against it beside her, one arm out in front of her chest to keep her from moving as he peeks cautiously around the corner to make sure they're effectively lost the guardbot.