It struck Uryuu, as he watched the man absorb the information and his expression shift into a tenuous smile, that it was one thing, to expect to be assumed insane and bypassed. One thing to expect it, and quite another to experience it. He tried not to bristle, to feel offense, at the way the guy spoke, but still his teeth grit as the man moved around him, heading toward the door.

Why should it bother him? What did it matter what this guy thought, or more importantly, what might happen to him alone? It was just as reasonable to assume that he could take care of himself as to think otherwise. He wasn't his responsibility. Uryuu had some experience stepping in on behalf of idiots who needed help; Abarai, over one hundred years this guy's senior, could testify to that. Could, if he wasn't (possibly) somewhere in this world calling himself Kyle.

This guy might not even encounter anything dangerous. And how to prove it to him, if he was so inclined? Summon the bow he likely wouldn't even be able to see, chip a hole in the wall or dent the door? Waste his energy showing off? Not an option.

Only- it would be irresponsible to watch him walk away without even mentioning the monsters. Besides, saying nothing else would be awkward, given that if the guy wanted out, they were headed in the same direction.

Thus, though he did not jump after him, he did raise his voice, words dry but tight. "Wait."

Sudden movements, chasing, even reaching out might be viewed as an attack, after all. The crazy person acting violent once his delusion was challenged.

"You might as well ask me how to get out, even if it won't do you any good. Besides, it's winter." Unless a great deal of time passed, but he sounded mad enough as was. "You aren't dressed for it. If you'd like to test it, turn left in the next hall; the doors at the end lead to a field."