[ Kurapika is pulled around easily to dodge the flying Fódlan fares— he can only rely on Dimitri to help him evade... whatever it is that's attacking them, after all. That being said, he pulls himself up quickly, too, too hyped up on the adrenaline of an invisible enemy to question much. ]

Run where? [ While he's complacent in the matters of like, physically dodging the threat, his voice is firm and defiant when he finally speaks again, back on his feet. ] I won't leave this exhibit without them.

[ Rather than accusing Dimitri of wanting to run away, it's more that Kurapika wants to be clear that there's only one direction he'll run in this place: and that's forward.

The real contender for trouble is the skeleton in question, as the inflatable Mr. Claus continues to press up sadly against the glass without results given it's airy body. The skeleton, though? It really just knocks the glass containing it over with ease, rather than busting through it messily - its movements are sluggish, but gaining momentum as it begins to stride towards them with a ka-thunk, ka-thunk. It's in slow-mo, now, but it is most certainly gearing up for the wackiest chase scene this train car has seen yet.

Disoriented by all the noise, Kurapika urges Dimitri forward (the direction he thinks is forward, which is like, just the opposite direction the skeleton is coming from) with his hand that's linked in his, flicking his free wrist such that a link of chain extracts from it, dragging on the floor. ]

Take us further in. [ He more demands than suggests, backing away a pace or two from the direction of the tempo increasing steps. ] I'll slow— whatever that is down. Focus on looking for what's ours, and I'll protect us.

[ source: just trust me dude ]