Poison doesn't really like the idea of Krem being trapped in a closet, but he also understands the precaution: his yeerk had tried to go out the window, and there isn't even a fire escape on this side of the building.

"You would've done what I was doing: getting more people, trying to find shit out." He shivers a little. "This is the kind of shit I was rebelling against, fuck. Except instead of slugs it was medication and messages."