Honestly, he's terrified. Jared has never been more scared in his life than he has been since waking up in that fucking dining room. He has no idea what's behind that door and whether it's another death trap or an escape route. Sharra, on the other hand, seems sure enough of herself that he finds himself bending to it.

Taking a deep breath, Jared shakes his head a little as he shrugs. He can barely believe he's going along with this, but what other choice does he have? Wander around in hallways and never try a door because he's scared? That'll get him big, fat, fucking nowhere.

"All right, here goes nothing..."