Five jerks his head back the moment she lets go of his chin, barely holding back a snide comment for treating him like a child. He scowls as he swipes again at his face and spares a glance at the smear of red on his hand. The nosebleed is suspiciously timed, he'll give her that, but he's not ready to admit that she has a point. He was feeling great before she brought up their forgotten sibling, and now his own mind is fighting against him when he tries to fill in the blanks.

"If they're still here, I might know where and I just can't...," he trails off. There's very obviously something wrong with him, again, and he has no idea how to fix it if Allison won't cooperate. He looks between her and Diego, and something stirs in his chest.

"Let me worry about consequences after I've found all of you." If that's not enough to convince her, he needs is to get off of this boat so he can figure out what to do. He just has to remember enough to retrace his steps, maybe it won't matter if he doesn't know what one of them looks like.

He waits for a sign that she might see his reason, and when it doesn't come, he frowns and blinks away.