Doom didn't even react to the arms around his neck. There was a weird dichotomy between his skin and the metal body underneath it. He could feel the pressure of his arms that his mind processed as something that should damage him, but yet the metal underneath didn't budge at all. Once he was sure she had a good hold on him, he stood up and held onto her legs just in case her arms gave way. She felt like she weighed nothing to him and he wouldn't have a problem carrying her for any sort of distance.

"Good, I'd hate to have to kill you." There wasn't any sort of malice in his voice, like he was just going through the motions instead of actively caring what Reed thought about him. He turned around slowly to see if he could find anything and stopped when he saw something in the distance. "There's something over there. Hopefully, it's civilization of some sort."